Damien's POV
I stepped in front of Sophia before Marcus finished his sentence.
"You're not getting anywhere near her," I said.
Marcus smiled. The smile he used to wear in boardrooms before he became a punchline. "Damien Black. Defending what's mine again."
"She was never yours," I said. "And tonight you're about to find out exactly how far away from yours she actually is."
Behind Marcus, six men were spreading out across the street with the controlled efficiency of people who did this professionally. Not security guards. The same kind of people Zane had warned us about weeks ago, when mercenaries had tried to grab Sophia from a spa.
Marcus had hired the real thing this time.
I felt Sophia's hand close around my arm.
"The laptop is inside," she said quietly, just for me. "Mei is wit
