DIESEL POV
Donald walked closer, slow and deliberate, like he owned the whole damn warehouse. His eyes went straight to Daisy, sliding over her from head to toe with that hungry look that made my blood boil.
“Look at you,” he said, voice dripping with fake pity. “All dry and tired. He didn’t even take care of you properly, did he? Poor thing.”
I felt my jaw lock tight. My hand twitched toward the gun at my waist. The urge to put a bullet between his eyes right then was so strong I could taste it. But I held back. For her. She wanted her chance to talk. I owed her that much.
Donald snapped his fingers at one of his men. “Bring her a cold drink. She looks like she’s about to drop.”
The guy disappeared for a minute and came back with a bottle of water, condensation already running down t
