The moment Antonio saw her, half naked, trembling, soaked in silent tears—something primal snapped inside him.
When he looked back at Luther, it wasn't a man standing there anymore, it was wrath in human form.
A growl tore from his throat as he charged across the room like a storm unchained. Luther's smirk hadn't faded before Antonio's fist slammed into his jaw with a sickening crack that echoed off the walls.
Luther flew backward, knocking into the glass table with a crash. Blood spurted from his mouth as he groaned, looking dazed.
“ Don't move,” Antonio snarled, stalking forward like death itself, causing Luther to tremble. “ Breath wrong, and I'll shatter your skull.”
Ghost stood by the door with his eyes lowered and his jaw clenched.
Luther coughed, spitting out blood.
“ You. Yo
