MAXWELL’S POV
As the adrenaline that had fueled my rampage in the club began to fade, a throbbing and blinding pain settled deep into my right hand.
Sitting in the back of the limousine and staring straight ahead at the partition, my jaw remained clenched so hard my teeth actively ached. Resting my hand on my thigh and curling it into a loose fist prevented the skin from stretching further. Every time the car went over a pothole or took a sharp turn, a fresh spike of agony shot up my arm to settle deep in my elbow. Being fairly certain about breaking at least one knuckle, the cut across the back of my hand from the other man's teeth or perhaps his watch pulsed with intense heat.
Saying a single word was completely impossible.
Andrea sat next to me, having changed into the required snea
