Stone Cold Bad

***What happens when you see your horrible ex step into the bar looking for you?*** Immediately***,*** I grabbed the closest man to hide behind and pulled his face down to mine for a kiss. The stranger instinctively wrapped me in his strong, protective embrace, and he kissed me back. He leaned one hand against the wall and gently brushed aside my bangs. *“You’re safe.”* I reached back to pull up my hood, and my sleeve slipped down. He took hold of my wrist and turned it to get a better look at the bruises, and his entire demeanor darkened. As menacing as the man looked before, now he looked positively lethal. ***“Who did this to you?"*** he growled.