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badly I’d fucked my hand in the shower and moaned his name as I came. So pathetic. 
    But now he stared at me, his dark eyes pools of something sinister. Something brooding and utterly focused. He never even glanced at Vic or Chris as they made quiet conversation with one another and with me. I tried to pay attention to them, to focus on their words as they talked about their lives, their experiences in New York. I should have been gushing with them, striving to focus on anything but our current destination. But I didn’t even need their mindless chatter. Cole held my attention completely. 
    What’s going on in that head of his?
    His fists were clenched on top of his knees. A dark gray suit cloaked his body, denoting money and fashion sense. His hair was loose, the wavy locks free and perfect; I wanted to comb my fingers through them. He’d shaved and his face was smooth. The firm slash of his lips not frowning but utterly straight as if he was emotionless, dead on the inside. 
    “Dude, what is your fucking problem?” Vic’s voice startled me and I jerked my head toward him, unconsciously smoothing my black skirt over my hips.
    “You should advise your friend he shouldn’t fuck with me. Not right now.”
    Cole was still staring right at me. 
    “No. You’re looking at her like you want to murder her or some shit.”
    “Is that what this look says?” Cole’s lips tipped up into a smirk. 
    “Don’t get involved, babe,” Chris muttered next to me, and I was in firm agreement with him. 
    “You should listen to Chris. Looks like he’s the smart one of the two of you.”
    “You wanna insult me, huh?” Vic pushed his hair of his face. “Go ahead, call me stupid. At least I didn’t let Jewel get hurt.”
    “Julia is fine.” Cole’s gaze was still on me. “Now that you’re here, she’s perfect.”
    I frowned and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    His lips flattened into that uncaring slash. “Whatever you want it to mean.”
    “You were supposed to watch over her. You promised me she would be okay. You knew I couldn’t afford to come back and take care of her, yet you let all kinds of shit happen to her. You would think a man with as much money as you would be able to protect one fucking woman,” Vic spat. 
    Cole still didn’t move. His knuckles were white. The Old English lettering stretched to the max. 
    “Wait, what?” I glanced between Vic and Cole. “What are you talking about?” 
    Vic adjusted the sleeve button on his light blue shirt. “He didn’t tell you? I called him just after you told me about who he really was. And then he told me about how you were going to work at some piece of shit gas station. I made him promise he would protect you. Watch over you. Since I couldn’t.”
    I blinked rapidly, touching one of my hands to my head. “Are you kidding me? You called him?” I didn’t know what to make of any of this. 
    “He promised to watch over you, to help you get your job back at Rapture. But instead, here we are going to a funeral for a dead girl and you have a scar on your neck. Yet this asshole here is sitting across from you, staring at you like you belong to him, like he is one fuck away from cutting your throat.”
    Cole moved so quickly I barely saw him. One second his eyes were focused on me, the next his hand was around Vic’s neck. 
    “Cole, no!” I jerked at his hands, but he was too strong. 
    “She is mine . And you would do well to remember it.” 
    Vic shoved Cole’s chest and he let go, sliding back into his seat. “Fuck you!” Vic shouted. He tried to lunge at Cole, but I grabbed his arm and Chris leaned across me, helping me hold him back.
    “Stay out of their shit, Vic. You know what we talked about.”
    Vic glanced over at Chris. Something silent passed between them and Vic relaxed.
    I sat there completely miffed, glancing at the men surrounding me. The tension was still thick, but I didn’t