“Two.” His hand slipped from her shoulder—reflex. Smart move. Not fast enough.
“What the hell’s wrong with you, man?”
“One.” I stepped closer. “If you touch her again, I’ll kill you.”
“Damian!” Daisy’s voice cut through me like a blade. I grabbed her wrist. Not to ask. Not to beg. To take. Pull her out of this cesspool of a club.
“You’re coming with me.”
She could have refused. She didn’t.
We took three steps before I felt resistance. I turned. His hand had found her arm.
“Didn’t I tell you what happens if you touch her again?” I growled.
He lifted his chin, defiant. “What are you? Her bodyguard? Her boyfriend? She’s not your property.”
“She is.”
“You sick fuck.” He spat and swung—a sloppy punch to my jaw, fueled by bravado.
“Oliver, stop! What are you doing?” Daisy screamed.
He had the audacity to hit me. For a breath, everything froze. Then my fist collided with his face, the full weight of everything inside me behind it. He staggered into a couple, found his balance, and lunged back, reaching for her hand like he hadn’t learned.
My fist met him again, clean and fast. Blood flew. This time he stayed upright and hit back, hard to my ribs, again to my shoulder.I grabbed him and slammed him into the wall. He gasped, swung an elbow. I dodged, yanked his collar, hit him. Once. Twice. Blood ran. Spit sprayed. He reached for a bottle; I kicked it away.
The fight blurred. Daisy’s scream of my name cut through it, but rage roared louder.
Karl and Rick hauled me back, wrenching my grip.
“Enough! Damian—stop!” Karl barked. Others shoved in. Music died; panic spread.
Three men in dark suits forced forward. One grabbed Rick by the collar. Another squared up to Karl.
“Out. Now!” one ordered. Karl shoved him back, glare razor-sharp.
Oliver struggled up, face a smear of blood, eyes still defiant. Daisy stood between us, shouting. Words I didn’t hear. I had no patience left.
I stepped forward and lifted her into my arms. She was mine. She was leaving with me. End of story.
Her resistance was weak, half-hearted. I punched through the press of bodies, Karl and Rick flanking me, the exit a tunnel I wouldn’t stop for.
I shoved her into the limo. My hands trembled with fury and desire, but I held back from hurting her. She fell onto the seat; her knees hit the plush carpet. Her breath came ragged, hot in my veins.
The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, echoing inside me. I hit the button, the divider sliding up. Just us now. Locked in this cage of leather and her scent. She was here. She was mine.
So why did it feel like she was tearing me apart?
Her eyes locked on mine, blazing with fury, but under the anger was a raw hunger that shredded what was left of my sanity. Her legs were parted just enough, her skirt hitched to flash a strip of pale skin that pulled at me like a magnet. Her hair was wild, damp strands clinging to her cheeks. Her lips—glossy, parted—were begging to be ruined. She was a fucking nightmare. A poison I swallowed willingly.
My heart pounded, a dull ache, while my cock throbbed hard against the fabric of my pants.
“What the hell is this?” she hissed, voice shaking with rage. The tremor in it burned the last of my restraint. “You have no right!”
“No right?” I growled, each word heavy with things I couldn’t cage. I leaned in until my fists curled so tight my nails bit into my palms, drawing blood. She’d kissed him—that prick, his filthy mouth on hers. The thought stabbed through me, a red haze sliding over my vision. “I saw you with him, Daisy. You think I’ll let that go?”
“You fucking idiot!” she screamed. Fury and tears at once. “And what about Silvia? I saw the pictures online!”
