#Book Blitz #Glitter and Greed (Brooklyn Brothers Book 4) by Melanie Munton @Xpresso Book tours31/8/2021
Glitter & Greed
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Cat hadn’t seen me sitting at the bar yet, and I had no clue what to expect when she eventually did. I had no say in anything she did with her life, so she’d have every right to have my ass kicked out of that club. There had only ever been one outcome by showing up there. That I’d be one step closer to insanity. An arm belonging to one of the rowdy drunks near the stage suddenly shot out and wrapped around Cat’s middle. She had to quickly balance her tray of empty glasses when he roughly yanked her onto his suited lap. I immediately looked toward the security guys standing near the entrance, but the two bouncers were trying to break up a heated altercation between two customers and were distracted by their shouting to pay attention to her. There was a no touching rule at this club, even if it wasn’t always strictly enforced. If they threw out every single guy that patted one of the girls on the ass, they wouldn’t have any customers left. This was a whole lot of goddamn touching. Cat tried to push to her feet, but he pulled her right back down. It was the first time I’d ever seen her smile waver with uncertainty. She normally wore a mask of indifference—or numbness—when she worked at Rumors. It was like nothing got to her. Nothing made her wobble. This motherfucker was bothering her. You could see it stamped all over her face. The way her mouth tightened, her shoulders stiffened. She was gripping her tray like she was seconds away from whacking him over the head with it. I’d had enough. The dumbass was lucky I’d restrained this much and hadn’t already dropped him. Downing the rest of my beer in two gulps, I slammed the glass onto the bar and moved in their direction. Even the nearly obliterated guys who were a few sips away from passing out on the floor got out of my way. They knew by the look on my face not to fuck with me. I was still several feet away when Cat’s head jerked in my direction, as if she sensed my presence. Her eyes widened in fear. The action irritated me. The last thing I wanted was for her to be afraid of me. But then I realized… She was afraid for him. She’d already seen me in action. She knew what kind of damage I could inflict. I came to a stop right next to the son of a bitch in the rumpled suit. His four buddies around the table were just as sloshed as he was but all shrank back in their seats at the sight of me. His hand still had a firm grasp on Cat’s waist as his glazed eyes slowly ticked up to me. “The next dance is mine,” I grated in a menacingly low voice. He glared through half-lidded eyes. “Oh, yeah? You already pay for it?” He reached into his pocket and threw down a one-hundred-dollar bill. I snorted in both disbelief and fury. Did he really think that was all she was worth? A measly hundred bucks? As padded as my bank account had gotten over the last year, I’d never possess enough money for what she was worth. Her value went beyond money anyway. To reduce her to a dollar sign was fucking insulting. I pulled out my entire money clip and threw it on top of his bill. It was thick and heavy, and all you could see were hundreds. His eyes widened. He swallowed nervously. Yeah, motherfucker. And I’ll keep going. Hell, I’d bankrupt the asshole before I let him think he could ever have a moment of Cat’s time. In fact, he had approximately three more seconds to get his fucking hands off. And that was me being generous. Luka Rossetti was not fucking generous.
GIVEAWAY! Comments are closed.
|
Archives
April 2024
Categories
All
|