Knight in Tattooed Armor: International Billionaires XII: The Latinos by LaFever Caro

Author:LaFever, Caro [LaFever, Caro]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781945007200
Publisher: ViVaPub
Published: 2017-01-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Liar.

The princesa had the gall to call him—a US Marine SEAL, a man who’d put his honor and body on the line for their country—a liar. His hand shot out before he could even process the outrage building inside. She squeaked when he wrapped it around her arm and tugged her right into his body.

“A liar?” He kept his voice low and soft, because he’d learned it was often more effective than yelling when faced with arrogant questions or stupid comments. “Is that what you called me?”

Her head popped up, and those Marine-blue eyes glittered with answering outrage. “Yes, I did. That’s what you are.”

A shock ran through him at her courage. He was a large, muscled man, and he’d learned to use that, too. Used it to quell any dissent from the other soldiers, if one of Chief Galtero’s orders didn’t suit. Used it to intimidate an enemy, or silence a critical investment partner. After leaving the SEALs, never once had he actually used his body in a physical way to coerce, but mentally? Sure. He’d cop to that.

She came right at him, not caring in the slightest about the bulk or height of him. Rising on her toes, she glared into his face. “These tattoos mean something to you.”

“It’s none of your damn busin—”

“Then say so,” she snapped. “Tell me to back off, instead of lying.”

Her words sliced into him because they were true. Both his popi and yaya were sticklers for truth, and even though he’d fallen into trouble during his teenage years, he’d still stuck to the truth in every encounter with his family.

Except for not telling them the truth about your wealth.

The thought shuddered through him, making him scowl.

“Go ahead and look scary,” the princesa snarled right at him. “Look all tough and rough. I don’t care. Because I know that’s also a lie.”

His hand tightened on her arm. “You should be scared.”

“Should I?” An excellent sneer, one he’d eagerly claim as his own, crossed her face. “Why? Are you going to hit me, caveman?”

Dropping his hand, he staggered back at the charge. He might have been part of a hood in his youth, he might have been a killer in the SEALs, but he’d never hit a woman and never been accused of such a thing.

His honor screamed a loud—NO.

NEVER.

Her arms folded in front of her, though not as a buffer or a gesture of fear. Her attitude trumpeted confidence, and the tap of her fingers on her skin told him she was irritated, not afraid. “Thought so. You’re a big old pussycat at heart.”

“Pussycat?” Outrage filled him again. No man, especially not a Marine, wanted that term anywhere near him. “I’m no pussycat. Not in the slightest.”

A glint of a tease lit in her eyes, filtering through the annoyance. “You can’t fool me.”

“I don’t need to fool you. I don’t care what you think of me.”

But he did.

When the fuck had that happened?

Riq felt naked all of a sudden, although he still had on his gym shorts and flip-flops.

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