Maisie watched in worry as the people approached them and only Max stood in front of them. As if that was the first time Maisie noticed him, he was a towering man with broad shoulders, sharp eyes, and a steely gaze that commanded attention.
Maisie noticed the way the hoodlums Ryan’s dad summoned swallowed at the sight of him. His presence was heavy, and his silence louder than words, exuding raw strength and quiet dominance.
In order to look intimidating, Ryan’s men were armed with sticks and bats, but it was still no match for Max’s aura. Aidan simply smirked, he had expected more from them.
Maisie looked towards Aidan who had picked up Hazel at some point when she didn’t notice, Aidan nodded at her.
“Don’t you worry, he will be fine, he has trained his whole life for this moment
