Chapter 12

Gianna

“Every inch of you belongs to me sweetheart. I won’t let you make a fool of me. You need to be broken in.” His words should have been threatening, but they turned every nerve in my body on.

The way he spoke in my ear and held me possessively in his arms. Oh damn him. 

“Oh… ha! I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 

Brad moved away and I could finally breath. He snaked my waist, tugging me to his side as a slightly drunk man wobbled over to us. He had to be around Brad’s age. His eyes wouldn’t leave me. I was sure I’d seen him around here watching me.

“Luke,” Brad said calmly.

“I was looking for Turner’s whiskey stash. Can’t take any more of this Champaign.” 

If he asked me he shouldn’t move on to the whiskey at all with the way, he wobbled.

“Hmm, good luck finding that. You know how these old men are with their alcohol.” Brad said, sounding jaded.

“Bradley, don’t tell me this fine specimen is yours,” Luke said.