August instantly moved to catch her, sweeping her up on her feet in a princess carry, his eyes sliding around as he moved towards the door daring anyone to whisper a word of protest.
No one did, and Joe hurriedly got to his feet, his face wretched together in anger, as he tightened his fists at his side staring at August’s back as he left.
Promising retribution to both the stupid girl he had been about to go pick and the guy that made his beautiful plan to fail.
After ordering a drink and low-key threatening the bartender to keep his mouth shut, five minutes later he was out of the club standing at the carpark with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, with Hara and August nowhere to be found.
Feeling the stinging pain on the side of his face, Joe was beyond embarrassed, ashamed, and humili
