"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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Damian was completely unaware of the tension that suddenly rose up between myself and his cousin.
She was staring at me wide eyed, her movements with the handkerchief coming to a stop.
Her eyes darted across my face as she took me in. Despite the fact she was drunk as hell that day, recognition passed through her features almost instantly.
Her plump lips parted in shock, almost as if she expected never to see me again.
Despite the fact she was all wet and her mascara was running thanks to the champagne, she still looked as beautiful as she did that night six weeks ago.
I don't think beautiful is even enough to describe her.
But her beauty wasn't enough to make me like her. In fact all it did was make me hate her even more.
"You..." The word left her mouth barely in a whisper. "You're Costa Ac-..."
I always love when people realise who I am.
Especially when it's someone who I hate.
She continued to stare at me in shock, putting the pieces together in her stupid little head. Then, as she cleared her throat, something unexpectedly changed in her behaviour.
It was like a guard or a wall suddenly went up.
"What do you want?" She was still dripping wet and yet she was intimidating as hell.
Well, intimidating to anyone who wasn't me. I could snap her neck in seconds and walk away without a shred of remorse.
Instead of replying, I shifted my attention to her cousin.
"You good?" I rose an eyebrow at him, ignoring his confusion. His eyes darted between his cousin and I before settling on me.
"Yeah...I didn't know you were coming tonight." I could tell he wanted to ask what the issue was between myself and his damp cousin, but he chose not to.
Although, I'm sure I'll be hearing about it soon.
"It was a last minute thing." I shrugged, looking down the hallway for any signs of Gio or Aidan.
I'm going to kill those idiots for completely ripping the plan to shreds.
"Ah. Well, did you know Viktor Kozlov is married?" He said it like a gossiping Italian aunt.
Damian always loved to gossip whenever we met for work purposes.
"That stronzo is married? Really?" (Asshole) I frowned, feigning shock.
