Serena’s POV
The Vip suite reeked of whiskey and blood, the stranger’s crumpled form still vivid in my mind as Daniel’s parting words “No one will touch you again”echoed like a vow and a threat.
Lila is sitting beside me on the couch, her hand gripping a whiskey bottle, her eyes still wide with shock. “Girllll, your man is crazy,” she said, gulping down a mouthful of whiskey, her voice a mix of awe and unease.
I rubbed my temples, my head throbbing. “He's not my man. And what am I going to do, Lila?” My voice cracked, torn between gratitude for Daniel’s protection and fear of his possessive rage. The blood on the floor, the stranger’s screams but it was too much for me to handle.
Before Lila could answer, the door burst open, and Dante rushed in, his massive frame filling the space, h
