LEANDRO'S POV
My heart slammed into my chest, my blood roaring straight to my veins. Those f*****g bastards had the nerve to touch her, they ripped apart her clothes and were ready to claim what wasn't theirs.
I should have done more than break their legs, those pricks deserved a good beating. With knives and guns and….
Dammit! So many ideas in my head, all going to go to waste now.
A growl escaped me as I lifted her from the backseat of the car. Our ride back to the mansion was a blur but she had fallen fast asleep, her soft breaths fanning against my cold skin.
When my eyes dropped to her chest to see it bare, the bra she wore barely concealing her n*****s all thanks to those bastards once again, I felt my rage doubling.
Groaning, I yanked away the sit covers from inside the car
