ZANE
So she caught us. And now she was mad. Terrified even. I hated that look in her eyes, where she thought I would ever put my hands on her. Like I was one of those low lives that attacked her at the studio. It hurt to see her look at me in that manner.
The only thing these hands were meant to do was bleed and be bled for her. To hold her gently and to protect her. To choke her and f**k her silly while at it.
But no matter, we were going to fix that gaze, set it back to what it was before Dalia f****d up. To make that heart of hers beat for me.
This is my new mission.
I went back to the guys as they carried the body out. Damien had the fucker over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. And Dominic, he had some leather dragging behind Damien to trap the dripping blood.
Call the polic
