Demir
Seth Radke is a brutish man with a violent past and a nasty sneer I don’t particularly like. It’s not like I have met him many times but at the few occasions we’ve been forced to stand each other, neither of us was too happy. He’s too damn tall, too damn muscular for his own good, and that dark wavy hair on his head is ridiculous. Just like his perfectly perfect tan and his leather pants are ridiculous.
Still, when he pulls his bike to a stop a few feet from my SUV, Geneva jumps out of my car and squealing like a kid, hangs on his neck.
For a moment, the guy seems startled. Then he wraps her in his arms and she seems so small and fragile, I have to intervene and stop that madness before he snapped her in two.
I put my hand between the two of them and he glares at me but finally l
