Ryan's POV
"Who the hell are you?" Bryce shouted through the phone. "Where's Hazel? Do you know whose wife she is? Back off before you regret it!"
I paid no mind to his loud threats, and when I spoke again, my tone was lazy and full of playful teasing. "And what if I don’t?"
Just then, Hazel, who had been swaying weakly against the wall, lost her balance. She stumbled toward me, half asleep, her voice soft and hurt as she said, "I can't stand... hold me." The words were dripping with need.
I hung up without a second thought, stretching out my arm to catch her as she fell into me.
On the other end, Bryce, left with nothing but that soft, unclear whisper of Hazel’s voice and a dead line, snapped.
Bryce's POV
I stormed out of my study at Ellington Villa, my mind set on one thing: goin
