Anna’s POV
I was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine, when I heard the door slam. I looked up and saw Derek walking in, his clothes stained with blood and dirt. He smelled like a brewery, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had a bruise on his cheek and a cut on his lip. He looked like he had just gotten into another fight with one of his rivals.
I got up and confronted him. "Derek, what the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? Do you care at all about our child? Do you want her to see you like this?" I shouted, pointing at his face.
He glared at me and grabbed my cheeks with his hands. He squeezed them hard, making me wince. "Don't you ever speak to me like that, Anna. You don't know anything. You don't understand. This is my business, and you have no say in
