When the man was done counting, he looked pained to nod at his boss. Dario spun around and stalked to her, but Swain blocked her, putting her behind the wall of his body so she could see nothing else.
“You do this?” Dario demanded. “You go behind a man’s back and you steal his woman, you—”
“Actually, you kissed mine,” Swain said. “Which is sort of the only reason I need to do this.”
Her captain’s arm came back and she screamed when the impact of his punch echoed through the space. So much for no violence, he’d just smacked Dario so hard that there were teeth on the floor and a spray of blood beyond them.
Dario wailed and his posse rushed forward. Appearing behind Swain, who was fighting off the men who were running at him, Stuart grabbed her and hauled her toward the door.
“Swain!” sh
