CHAPTER EIGHTDominic
Dom’s eyes never left her as she walked back to the bar. When the two douchebags approached her, his blood began to boil, and the instant they trapped her between them, he jumped up out of his seat and to Hailee’s aid. He didn’t even stop to think about it. Security was almost where she was pinned between their bodies, but the urge to make sure she was okay took over. “She said to get the f**k off her, asshole!”
The dark-haired one grabbed her wrist to secure her where she stood when she tried to squirm away. That was all Dom needed to see. Nobody puts their hands on Hailee.
His fist connected with one, then both of their faces. Pretty-boy one grabbed at his nose and whined about it being broken, and Pretty-boy two was too busy picking himself up off the floor. Heat
