OMNISCIENT
He grabbed Maxwell by the collar and pulled him up from his crouch.
“Hey, what…”
“Shut up and leave,” Durrell growled at him.
Maxwell straightened slowly as he shoved Durrell’s hand away.
“I’ll leave when I’m done.” He said as he took a deliberate step toward Durrell.
Their faces just inches apart.
“I see what you’re doing,” Maxwell continued quietly. “I know your game.”
Durrell didn’t move.
Maxwell’s gaze flicked toward Ariana sitting in the back seat.
“If you think sleeping with her and playing the good guy is going to get you into her good books, you’re wrong.”
His voice hardened.
“She was mine first.” A pause. “And she always will be.”
Durrell’s expression darkened.
But Ariana spoke before he could respond.
“I’m not a property.”
Both men looked at her.
Arian
