[Day 9; 28th Dec, The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
~Lewis~
"Get your filthy hands off her!"
My voice ripped through the narrow corridor, sharp and commanding. The steward froze mid-action, his hands still gripping Octavia like the despicable predator he was.
My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. Fury burned hot in my chest, but I kept my voice steady, though it dripped with malice.
"How dare you," I growled, my steps heavy as I closed the distance between us.
"How dare you touch her."
"Boys!" I barked.
My guards didn’t need further instructions. They surged forward, grabbing the steward and ripping him away from Octavia. His cries of protest were drowned out by the dull thud of fists meeting flesh as my men pounced on him, dealing him the punishment he so richly des
