Cold Cruel Hearts by Marissa Farrar EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Marissa Farrar
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Leo
I PICKED UP THE SHOT glass of vodka and downed it in one.
Alcohol burned my throat, and warmth spread through my gut. I wanted it
to burn. I wished it hurt more. I needed something to drown the constant ache
in my chest.
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Dance music pounded on my eardrums, but I barely heard it. My elbow
was on the bar top, my temple rested in my palm. I was surrounded by
hundreds of people, but I might as well have been alone. The one person I
wanted to be on the barstool beside me wasn’t there, and she never would be.
“Can I get you anything else, Mr Cornell?”
The woman behind the bar offered me a small smile. She knew better
than to call me Leo. I was the boss here, and such a casual tone wouldn’t go
down so well, especially not right now. I wasn’t in the mood to be fucked
with, and from the circle of space around me, when the rest of the bar was
crammed with people standing shoulder to shoulder, I assumed I was doing a
good job of making sure everyone knew that.
“I’ll take another,” I said.
The smile faded, and she turned to retrieve the expensive bottle of vodka
from the shelf.
She poured me another, and I downed that as well. I willed for the
oblivion that came from a huge amount of alcohol consumption to take over.
I wanted to not feel anything.
A jovial roar rose from somewhere behind me, and I looked over my
shoulder. A group of men, smartly dressed, and clearly even more drunk than
I was, jeered and threw their weight around. One of the men, who seemed to
be in the middle of things, popped a bottle of champagne and deliberately
sprayed it towards a couple of girls. The girls shrieked and backed away,
throwing curses at the man and wiping down their now wet dresses.
I narrowed my eyes. Arsehole. Didn’t he know whose bar he was in?
The girls shook their heads at each other and scowled at the man. I
couldn’t make out anything that was being said because of the volume of the
music, but it was clear they weren’t happy. I had bouncers who dealt with
these kinds of situations, but a surge of anger swelled inside me. My anger
wasn’t only towards these men; I was angry with the world, but this seemed
like an excuse to take out my fury on someone.
I got off the barstool and rose to my full six-feet-two height. I
straightened my suit jacket and adjusted the front of my trousers. I’d lost
track of how many shots I’d had, but the alcohol hadn’t done enough to make
me unsteady. I couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.
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