ALINA
I ran faster, needing to get to them at once. What the hell did he think he was doing, slapping anyone that hard?
The man slapped her again. This time it was even harder and louder.
The woman fell to the floor.
The woman didn't cry out. She barely even moved. Just turned her head, her jaw tight, her eyes filled with so much hate it was almost startling.
"Step away from her," I shouted at him.
The man turned like he was just noticing me. His face was twisted with anger, his lip curling mockingly as he looked at me. "Back off. This is my wife."
I stopped a few feet away, breathing hard as I tried to control my anger. "And? That means you get to treat her like your personal punching bag?'
His mouth pulled into an ugly sneer. "She's mine. I can do what I want."
