Mia’s POV
Victor Kane stood like a king in the middle of the smoke-filled hall, flanked by six heavily armed guards. Elena hung limply in the grip of one of them, her face ashen, fresh blood seeping through her bandages. Victor’s scar twisted with his cruel smile as his eyes raked over me — naked except for the bulletproof vest that barely covered my breasts and left my c*m-slick thighs completely exposed.
Damien’s body was a wall of heat and muscle in front of me, gun steady, c**k still semi-hard and glistening from our frantic f*****g in the panic suite. His c*m continued to trickle down my legs, a filthy brand that Victor could clearly see.
“Always so predictable, little brother,” Victor drawled. “f*****g your new toy while the world burns. Hand her over, and I might let your little
