Mannie’s POV
I shifted back. My heart was filled with suspicion, and a small frown appeared on my face.
“Who would be willing to save me?” I thought inwardly, trying to rack my brain. I didn’t think I was anything special.
If possible, I felt more insecure than I actually appeared.
While I was still wondering who could be the one helping me, my waist was suddenly grasped from behind.
“Who dares to mess with my woman?!”
My body jumped, startled by the sudden voice beside my ear.
The beating paused, and even the howling thugs could only whimper, not daring to make a noise in front of Dominic.
I turned my head slightly. His hold was firm but not painful, his hand resting against my waist like it had always belonged there. His scent — clean, masculine, familiar, filled my nose and made
