Riley's pov
My stomach dropped.
Armani’s bloody hand gripped the finger like he’d rip it clean off himself, his sharp breaths cutting through the screams echoing around the hall. His glare swept the crowd like he was hunting prey, and for a split second, I thought it was me he wanted.
But then he shouted—voice booming, raw with fury.
“WHO TOUCHED MY MEN?!”
The entire room went silent. Music killed, laughter dead, just the sound of his rage filling the space.
My lips parted slightly. Oh… this isn’t about me.
But that relief didn’t last long, because his gaze landed on me anyway. Those dark eyes pinned me like I was guilty of something, like just breathing near him was a crime.
Quinn whispered quickly into my ear, “Don’t move. Don’t draw attention.”
Easy for her to say. Every girl i
