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Chapter 60 of "The Deal" opens presenting: Luka put his hand on my upper arm, starting to squeeze. Suddenly he was yanked... Don’t stop now!
Luka put his hand on my upper arm, starting to squeeze. Suddenly he was yanked away from me, grunting in pain as Stefan pinned him against the wall, his feet off the ground.
“Don’t. Touch. Her,” Stefan growled.
“I didn’t do shit,” Luka snarled back, but his face was abashed. “Put me down.”
Stefan got in his face. “If I find you alone with her again, I’ll fucking kill you. Nod if you understand.”
I believed him, and it was clear that Luka did as well. His skin went ashy, and he stopped fighting. They glared at each other in a standoff for a tense moment and then Luka finally nodded. Stefan released his brother, who then stalked down the hall, back toward the dining room.
I was practically shaking, adrenaline still rushing, and was about to thank Stefan when he turned to me with vile hatred in his eyes.
“I signed up to marry a virgin,” he told me, as if it were a threat. “Make sure that’s what I get.” He walked away before I could say anything.
I sagged against the wall, torn between relief and disappointment. I was glad Stefan had saved me from his brother. But my husband had also confirmed, without any doubt, that I was nothing more than a trophy to him.