"Don't f**k with me, Harley Ashwood." My whole body lit up at the sensation his calloused hand left on my skin, and for a second, I felt like I could stay here, wrapped in his roughness and fire, like I could just roll in his scent and let it consume me. I decided to be a b***h instead.
"Axel Grim, not a single fiber of my being is threatened by you." I pulled my little blade from the thigh holster I had strapped to my leg under my dress, cutting the arm he was holding me against the wall with. Shock covered both their faces, and I used that surprise to my advantage. That anger that makes me so f*****g bitter had unleashed.
I kicked him in the chest, causing him to stumble back onto the couch next to a half-drunk Atlas, who quickly stopped my tirade by grabbing both of my wrists and jamm
