Rhett
I don’t even remember how I moved that fast. All I knew was one thing—my blood was boiling when I saw that filthy hand reaching for Ayla, his eyes swimming with disgusting lust.
“Stronzo!” I yanked his jacket hard.
“Who the hell are you?” His voice swayed, drunk.
“Corsetti. Ever heard that name, huh?”
“Cor… setti?” His bloodshot eyes were barely open. “I...I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
“There’s no sorry,” I snapped. “I already feel like killing you, cazzo!”
Her choked breathing, her trembling body curled against me—it all sent me over the edge.
My first punch cracked against his jaw with a sickening sound. He staggered back but still tried to fight.
I didn’t give him a chance.
I grabbed his collar, slammed him against the wall, then drove my knee straight into his stomach. He c
