|Draven's POV|
My jaw is clenched as I type furiously on my phone where my brother tells me that my handler, Jared, has managed to catch the shooter responsible for last night's debacle and right now he is dealing with law enforcement authorities that the shooter will be turned over to the police after forty eight hours.
After I have had my own fill of torturing him for what he almost did.
Putting my phone aside, I look down at the way Casmira is still clinging to me in her sleep, holding me like she is afraid that I am going to disappear.
If this was happening in any other situations or circumstances, I would have felt happy and at peace. However, not right now.
Right now, all I feel is pure rage at whoever was behind the shooting last night.
The assholes came after my woman i
