“Of course. Here, I’ll give you my wallet,” the man mumbles as he faces me. “There isn’t . . .”
Grabbing his throat, I shove him against the brick wall and throw a quick look down the street, catching my cub and the girls getting into a black sedan. When they’re safely away, I return my focus to the scumbag before me, getting right into his face, searching his distraught eyes. Just as animals in the wild can sniff out other members of their species from miles away, human predators recognize their kind. And I can see it as clear as day—this man was going to hurt my girl.
The asshole’s pupils dilate as he returns my stare, and panic seeps into his features. Without a word, he starts clawing my arm. He must have got a whiff of my intentions.
With one quick move, I bury my knife in his neck
