Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
Antonio.
The club’s owner, He teps between me and the mugger, He’s taller than I remembered, broader, His face is all sharp angles, He has high cheekbones, a blade of a nose, lips that are always pressed into a thin, unreadable line.
But his eyes… God, his eyes are the thing that makes my stomach flip. They’re the darkest blue i’ve ever seen.
“Walk away,” Antonio says, voice low, smooth.
The mugger laughs, a wet, nervous sound. “Fuck off, man. This ain’t your business.”