ALINA
What the hell was Victoria doing with Riot Alvarado?
The thought spun around in my head like a tornado as Riot's grin sharpened into something predatory.
"You've got some bloody guts showing your face here after what you did to me," he hissed, leaning in so close I could smell the whiskey on his breath.
His arm where I had cut off the wrist was tied neatly with a black velvet material threaded with gold.
My spine stiffened, fury crashing through the fear. "I didn't do anything to you. You did that to yourself. You hurt a woman. You deserve whatever you got."
Luca stood before I could say more, his body forming a solid wall between Riot and me.
His voice was deadly calm. "Sit down, Riot. Don't try to cause a scene or you won't like my reaction."
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