DAMSEL MEETS DANGER
he shot straight at me.
My ear twitched, and I got the urge to deep my finger into it, and wipe it clean so I could hear clearly. Because surely, I didn't hear what I thought I just heard.
“I'm the pervert who is looking to secure a woman way younger than me,” he continued, as if the first information wasn't heart stopping enough. “I'm the dirty, old creep. Some people call me Vladimir though. Vladimir Bratva.”
My pounding heart dropped to my stomach, where it flipped, and kicked back to my throat, forming a lump there that sealed my lips.
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