“Wa...wait... wh... what?” Jake stuttered, his face twisting. “What is yours?” Anthony’s eyes turned pitch-black as he loomed over him, casting a long shadow.
“You heard me loud and clear. Don’t you dare get close to what belongs to me,” Anthony growled. Jake scoffed and stumbled back a step, wiping blood from his mouth.
“This has to be some joke,” Jake said with a dry, hollow laugh. “My wife can’t belong to you.” He shook his head, looking at the floor as if trying to convince himself. “You are mistaken, Sir Anthony. Anna is my wife,” he said, raising his voice so it rang out clearly.
“She isn’t your wife. She belongs to me.” The raw possession in Anthony’s voice made Jake flinch. Anthony’s gaze then shifted sharply to Anna.
“What the f**k is he saying, Anna?” Jake’s voice broke. “He
