Savage King
I met my ex’s father in nothing but lace.
One minute I’m walking a massive Great Dane through Brooklyn.
The next? My jeans rip during a freak tug-of-war.
Now I’m standing on the sidewalk in nothing but lace.
Strangers are laughing.
Phones are out.
My dignity has left the building.
Kill. Me. NOW.
Then HE appears.
Tall.
Silver-haired.
A suit worth more than my rent.
His massive body shields me from the cruel stares.
Russian voice drops deadly.
“Eyes. Off. Her.”
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