Mary's POV
"Back off! Get those damn cameras away before I smash them along with your heads!"
Dante's vicious roar thundered, parting the sea of reporters and fans trying to push their way forward. Camera flashes went off blindly from every direction. I didn't care about the chaos. My hands maintained a tight, desperate grip on Ryder's ice-cold palm as the medical team rushed to transfer his massive frame onto a stretcher, wheeling him through the private corridor toward the stadium's VIP medical room.
Time seemed to stand still the moment we arrived inside the sterile room.
"How is he?" Dante demanded of the team doctor who was busy checking Ryder's vitals.
The middle-aged doctor let out a heavy sigh, his face tight. "This is insane. His body is practically destroyed. Mr. Vance consu
