Dante's POV
"Get your hands away from her." I hissed at Winston, hitting his hands off. He exhaled with a scoff before fully facing me.
"What's your problem?" He spat in disgust and anger. I didn't care in the least bit. I am not scared of him neither was I ever.
"Like hell you don't know." I spat back, coming to stand in between him and Morgan. "You would not lay a finger on her. Not while I'm here." He raised a brow at me, stepping back a little before smiling like a maniac.
Just as the smile appeared, it disappears as he stepped forward, covering the steps that he had taken back. "You won't let me lay a finger on her..." He repeated c*****g his head like a complete nut job. What the hell was this guy? "Why? You think I'm poison for her? Bad luck?" I walked up to him, our faces bar
