ALEXANDER’S POV
The place was packed, music blaring, lights flashing in every direction. My eyes scanned the room as soon as I stepped in, jaw tight, heart thundering. Mr. West was by the entrance, nodding toward the dance floor.
“There,” he said, pointing.
I followed his hand and there she was.
Nia.
Drunk out of her mind, swaying to the music with a carefree smile, hair sticking to her face, eyes half-lidded. She looked… happy. But she was also vulnerable. Too vulnerable. And she wasn’t alone.
Some guy…too close, too handsy was sliding in behind her, his hands hovering just above her waist. He was ready to grab her. To touch her like he had any damn right.
I didn’t even think.
I shoved him. Hard.
He stumbled back, glaring at me, but I didn’t break stride. My hand wrapped
