~Tate’s Point of View~
I rear back my fist and lunge myself at Orion, the male who’d be trusted to keep Harlow safe. But a hard fist stops me abruptly, as I feel a stiff large body at my back. I don’t have to guess it’s my grandfather, Quinn. Especially when I see the expensive sleeve of his suit stretched out, his large hand clasped around mine.
“There was nothing he could do. We couldn’t have possibly predicted Harlow would kill literally one of the most prolific murders on the planet. Fuckin’ proud of her though and good riddance,” Shane defends. Orion runs his hand through his pretty boy hair as I fume anyhow.
“The guy who got her was like… turned on by the fact that she killed him. I kept trying to bid but after a while the announcer ignored me. Probably getting a cut but come on,
