EVELYN
Not all men, but somehow, always a man.
I should’ve gone for his damn throat.
I’d told him no more times than I could count, but that hadn’t stopped him. The asshole still put his hands on me, grabbing my ass and chest like he had every right to.
And I snapped.
Lionel eventually convinced the guards to let me go and steered me toward a table tucked away in the back of the club. I knew he was trying to get me out of sight, away from the stares and whispers already spreading through the crowd.
I couldn’t have cared less.
Let them look.
My pulse was still pounding, my hands shaking with leftover adrenaline. Across the room, the man I’d stabbed was being rushed out, surrounded by security and a growing crowd of onlookers.
Good.
Maybe next time he’d learn that no means no.
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