Gianna
I jolt in fright as someone yanks my arm, the sudden force stealing the air from my lungs.
What the f**k?
“What did I tell you, Gianna?” Dmitry grinds out. His voice is low and rough, vibrating straight through me. The veins in his neck stand out sharply, his jaw clenched so hard it looks painful.
I try to twist out of his grip, but it’s iron‑tight. His fingers dig into my skin, biting deep enough to make my eyes sting.
“You’re hurting me!” I plead, my voice breaking. He doesn’t loosen his hold. The Dmitry I know feels gone, replaced by something cold and furious, something I don’t recognize.
“What?” he snaps. “You didn’t seem to mind when he was all in your space, now did you?”
I tug harder, panic rising in my chest, but the more I struggle, the tighter his grip becomes. My
