Mark’s POV
Sage thought I was leaving her behind. She thought I was walking out that door and never coming back. I could see it in her eyes, the way she clutched my shirt like she could hold me here if she just held on tight enough.
She was wrong.
I wasn’t leaving her. Never
I was protecting her. I lifted a hand, brushing my knuckles along her jaw. She was so small, I mean beside me—so f*****g fragile, and Cholo thought he could take her from me?
Over my dead body.
“Mark,” she said softly, like she already knew she wouldn’t like what I was about to say.
I sighed. “Don’t fight me on this.”
Her eyes flashed. “Then don’t shut me out.”
I clenched my jaw. f**k.
She always did this. Always wanted a say, wanted a fight. And usually? I let her have her way, but not today
Not this time
