ASHTON POV
And then there are two devils fighting.
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Colt and Luther, their eyes locked in a deadly stare that promised bloodshed. If I didn’t step in, they would tear each other apart right here, right now.
What a glorious disaster.
Colt stood tall, anger written all over his face, muscles tense beneath his shirt. He’s ready to unleash hell.
And Luther, with that reckless glint in his eye, looked like he’d welcome it. Both of them were dangerous in their own right, but together? It was like watching a wildfire consume everything in its path.
“C’mon, guys,” I said, trying to break the tension with a casual tone that masked my own thrill. “We can’t have a bloodbath here.”
Colt shot me a look that could freeze fire, his jaw clenched tight. “Stay o
