Jealousy took three long seconds to hit.
But when it did- fuck it cripple me.
Green. Hot. Liquid jealousy.
Fuck, he was touching her. Double fuck he was touching her naked!
I stalked forward, clenching my fists. "Franco..." my voice wobbled with pent-up, spewing aggresion.
"Get your motherfucking hands off her." I'II rip out your jugular.
"If I let her go, she'll run. Before you kill me, give me your shirt." His eyes dropped to my chest.
All I wanted was blood. Rivers of it. His. Hers.
I Didn't really fucking care.
My gaze returned to Franco. Fuck me he'd held her. Naked!
His body tensed, falling into a supple position, ready for a fight.
"Mercer-- think about this." His eyes narrowed.
Think about it?
His hands on her naked skin. Her body pressed against him. Naked.
"It's okay, Mercer. She's yours." Franco held up his hands. "Seriously. I get it."
Chapter Six, Q, Allahım burada ne gülmüştüm ya dkfgjkg efsane bi sahne