Dylan’s POV
I could feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as Damien’s punch landed on my face, it was unexpected but also partly expected.
He has absolutely no right to throw punches at me when I just saw him doing things to my mate!
He was going to f**k her! On the f*****g couch!
The thought of that alone was enough to send my anger to the very edge and with every ounce of strength I had in me, I kicked Damien away from me, causing him to slide across the room but he soon stopped himself and lifted his angry gaze to look at me.
“You think you can just put a mark on her and she’ll be yours?” He growled, walking towards me with so much anger but I wasn’t going to let him make a move on me first so I took the initiative to hit him again.
He should’ve known better than to think h
