Caroline's POV
.
Peter’s grip on my arm was bruising.
Tyrone’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Let her go. Now,” Tyrone said, his voice low and threatening as he took another step forward.
Peter smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “She’s my wife. You think you can tell me what to do in my own house?”
Tyrone didn’t hesitate. “My job is to protect her. From anyone or anything." He said coldly.
He grabbed Peter’s shoulder and yanked him back forcefully.
Peter stumbled but recovered fast, swinging a wild punch that connected with Tyrone’s jaw. The sound was sharp. Tyrone’s head snapped to the side, but he immediately countered, driving his fist into Peter’s ribs.
“Stay the hell away from her,” Tyrone growled, shoving Peter hard.
Peter laughed through the pain, breathing heavily. “You
