Raine's POV
The sound of that guy's bike... my bike, faded into the rain, and I immediately turned around to face my father. He stood there with his arms crossed, his men clustered behind him.
This was my garage and my space, and he was acting like he owned it.
"You can't just beat up every single customer who walks through that door!" I yelled, pointing at the entrance. "This is a business, Dad. Not your personal fight club."
He laughed in my face "You're not this big of an i***t, are you, Raine? That piece of s**t is a Revenant. Do you want me to stand there while some bastard from Ambrose's crew puts his filthy hands on my daughter?"
"He wasn't—" I started, but the words died in my throat because, okay, fine, he kind of was touching me. He was kissing me, and damn if I hadn't been
