Jenna’s entire body trembled as Drake’s fingers brushed the curve of her cheek, wiping away her tears with one gentle stroke. His skin was warm. His eyes — steady, fierce, focused on her like she was the only thing in the room that mattered.
She felt exposed beneath his gaze, vulnerable and safe all at once.
Behind them, Lorain groaned, trying to sit up, still reeling from the blow.
“Brother, what the f**k—” he began, clutching his side.
He didn’t get to finish.
Drake moved like lightning, his fist flying into Lorain’s jaw before the sentence could leave his mouth. The sound of bone meeting bone cracked through the silence.
Lorain crashed back down, wheezing for air, holding his ribs.
Drake’s voice was deadly calm. “It’s one thing to have a nasty little d**k like you polluting the a
