Eleanor Fairfax’s face contorted in pain, completely twisted from the agony.
Miles Ackerley bit down hard, jaws clamped like a rabid dog—he didn’t care how much he got hit, he wasn’t letting go.
"Ahhh!"
Eleanor screamed, nearly blacking out. The pain was unbearable. The brutal truth hit her—he’d actually bitten her finger off!
"Beat him! Don't stop, just beat him!"
Miles grunted, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth. His body took hit after vicious hit. Fists landed all over him, face included.
Was he about to get beaten to death?
No. No way. That couldn’t happen.
He couldn’t shame Broderick Ackerley like that.
And he damn sure wasn’t about to give Leslie Green that satisfaction. She’d never shut up with the mocking otherwise.
That raw instinct to st
