Though that might have more to do with the Rolex on his wrist and the shoes that cost more than the contents of my entire closet. The women here were hunting, and my mark, Eduardo—Eddy—was a prime catch.
A woman in a stunningly miniscule mauve dress with a major eating disorder giggled and batted her lashes at him while he ordered another round for his table at the bar. His gaze raked over her, but his smile was polite, dismissive. She could tell, her weight shifting back and away, but she still tried another tack—asking him something about his friends.
When he didn’t bother to answer, she rolled her eyes and flounced off in her dress that didn’t attempt to hide any of her willowy frame.
Part of me wanted to go tell her she was better off. He was shorter than her, and part of a family that communicated through violence. Didn’t she see the scar on his jaw? The burn on his inner arm? The way he favored his left arm? All reminders of an insurrection he put down last year. This man was bred for violence, and he would continue his family’s tradition.
Unless someone took them all down. Which was exactly what I planned to do."
Terrific excerpt!
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