Chapter 8(Viola’s POV)
The kitchen door slammed shut behind him, and the air felt ten degrees lighter. But Viola’s chest? That still weighed like a d*mn stone.
She stood there, frozen for a beat, trying to ignore the fact that her heart had launched itself into her throat the second Mack stepped between her and those drunk men. She didn’t need saving. She’d said that a thousand times in her head. But the way he looked at her afterwards…
He hadn’t been rescuing her. He was claiming her.
And God help her, she hadn’t hated it.
“Girl,” Samantha hissed, snapping her back to earth. “You’re about five seconds away from combusting. That man’s got you steaming.”
“I’m fine,” Viola muttered, pushing a hand through her hair. Her fingers trembled. She dropped them fast.
“Mmhm. Fine is when you d
