Chapter 20

I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the worst and look up at the big baddie behind me. The last thing I’m expecting to see is sexy Mr. Nonchalant from earlier. His eyes run over me quickly before he looks back at the group of thugs who are looking paler by the second.
He yells something at them in Italian, and I can’t help but squirm a bit at how fucking sexy it sounds. Plus, unless I’m reading this situation completely wrong, he just came to my rescue. I’m being rescued by a sexy, older Italian. I sit there, smiling like an idiot while my sexy savior rips this guy a new asshole.
I can’t help but give asshat a smug grin when he darts his eyes to me. “Looks like you just lost the dick-swinging competition,” I say with a laugh. I know I shouldn’t, but come on. It’s not like I’m ever going to be in a situation like this again. I want to enjoy it, and who knows what this fucker was planning on doing to me?