Chapter 58: Wish Properly
Tank let out a long sigh, really not in the mood to deal with any of this shit. His instincts were screaming at him to protect the woman in his arms, and they were riding him hard.
He was about to open his mouth to snarl at Dante when the sound of a savage snarl came out of his arms. Startled, he looked down at the small woman in his arms, her face twisted in rage as she leaned forward, her teeth bared.
"Hush, now, Lamb," he chuckled, taking a step back just in case she tried to launch herself out of his arms and attack Dante. "He didn’t mean it."
"The fuck I didn’t," snapped Dante, coming to his full height. His overly fancy fur-lined coat was open and flapping in the wind, creating the effect of a bad guy in a movie. "And what the fuck is that?!"
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Dante stared at the small snarling creature perched on Tank’s arm as if she owned him. Her face was an absolute mess of staples and scars. Her light blue hair was weighted down with the falling snow, and the black bows struggled to hold the pigtails together.
He struggled with the attraction he felt toward her. Every part of him was screaming to snatch her away from Tank and hide her in his penthouse suite. The desire was so bad he had to clench his hands to keep from acting out.
She wasn’t the type he normally went for... usually, he preferred a little meat on the bones of his women, but that didn’t seem to mean anything right now.
The look of rage on her face was absolutely fascinating, making him want to press her buttons a little more, just to see how she would react. However, it was her white eyes that completely held him captive as she stared at his...