Didn’t hesitate.
“Watch me.”
Goddamn right.
I wanted to step in.
Say something.
End it.
But I held back.
Because this was her war too.
And watching her spit in the face of the man who’d handed her to Delgado like property?
That was fire.
The handler spoke next, voice smooth and oily. “Miss Hathaway. Your fiancé is waiting for you.”
I felt her stiffen beside me.
And something deep in my chest snapped.
Mine.
Not his.
Not theirs.
Mine.
Kennedy stepped forward, jaw set.
Eyes burning.
She was done playing nice.
The handler didn’t react. Just adjusted his cufflinks like this was some kind of negotiation.
“Mr. Delgado has influence. Resources. He’s willing to be merciful—if you return with discretion.”
I laughed. Low. Cold. “Mercy?”
I finally stepped in—shoulder brushing Kennedy’s like a fucking shield.
My gaze locked on the handler. “You think I give a shit about mercy from a man who controls women with contracts?”
He blinked. Just once.
Didn’t speak.
“You think you can walk up here in your overpriced suit and reclaim something that’s already mine?”
I stepped closer. The handler’s hand twitched near his pocket. Jake grabbed his arm.
“Get back in your car,” I growled. “Before I make sure neither of you can walk back to it.”
