Page 50 of Forbidden Forget-Me-Not

“You don’t just walk out on me.”

“Watch me.” I tugged on my hand. “Let go of me, right now,” I said louder, drawing the attention of the box next to us. If they heard, Goran would hear too, and things would get very ugly if Julian did not release my arm.

GORAN

I had spent the last thirty minutes assessing the two men standing outside the box. The one on the left was experienced but had something wrong with his knee. The way he shifted his weight told me it was aching, and he wanted to sit down.

The one on the right was trying to look tough, but he was wet behind the ears and would get himself killed if he didn’t watch it.

I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulders like I was preparing for a fight. Not that I planned one, but watching them grow uneasy was highly entertaining.

“You do not get to touch me because you think my father would approve.” Kaylani’s voice cut through the curtain. She wasn’t in distress, but she was furious.

I stepped forward, and the two men blocked me without appearing aggressive. They had done this before. That much was obvious. But if they expected me to back down, they had misjudged the situation.

“Get out of my way,” I growled.

“Our orders are to keep you out here,” the more experienced one said.

“I see.”

I moved faster than either one of them anticipated, and they gasped as I pressed a blade up to their throats.

“Watch me. Let go of me, right now,” Kaylani said. And that was it.

“I’m either going in around you or through you. Which is it going to be?” I snarled.

The one on the right was practically pissing himself as he remained frozen in fear.

“Fuck,” Julian growled a moment before the velvet curtain snapped open.

I pulled the knives away as Kaylani stormed out and tried to shove past Julian’s men. There was no fear on her face, only anger. She looked ready to explode.

“I think we need to calm down,” the one guard said, taking a dangerous gamble with his life. My fists tightened around my knives. I already knew how I would kill them both before they could draw their guns.

“Move. Now,” she ordered.

They glanced at each other, uncertain.

I held their stares, letting them understand this was their one shot to live.

“Julian, tell your guards to let me leave, or so help me God, you will feel the full wrath of my family and me.”

“Let her go,” he barked out. He didn’t bother to leave the box.

I glanced toward Julian. He was holding the side of his face, eyes wide with disbelief. I smirked at him and followed Kaylani as she stormed out, her strides long and angry.

With a twirl of the blades, I tucked them away under the hem of my suit jacket and positioned myself between her and anyone who thought stopping her was an option.

Her hands were clenched as we walked through the lobby and exited out the front door without slowing. Kaylani moved like a gale-force wind.

“Did he hurt you,” I asked under my breath.

She shook her head as we reached the VIP parking and spotted the limo. Her heels clicked against the pavement as we approached.

“Are you sure? I will rip his arms off if he did.”

“No, but he would have.” She stopped before reaching the car and looked up at me. Her breathing was fast, her body still shaking from the adrenaline.