(Damon)
My heart slammed hard once, then everything slowed down. Time was like a slow paced movie as I watched the bastard’s hand hovering just inches away from her back. He was guarding her like she was already in his poessession but not while I was breathing.
If she was to belong to any one, that person would be me.
I rose from the shadows with my gun in hand. I aimed as my body thrummed with the need and urge to kill the bastard. I needed to make an example of him so that his syndicate colleagues would think twice before making a move on Elara again.
But the bastard was smart. Too smart. He shifted, keeping Elara close enough that one wrong shot would end her before I could blink. His mask tilted in my direction,he knew I was here.
He wanted me to see.
The growl in my chest was l
