Stacy shoved through the circle, her face pale. “Zayne, God no!” She was pulled back by some hefty men who were now separating them. Thankfully, the two still had their faces intact, but there were cuts here and there. It still felt like a movie, like a dream.
The two hefty men who looked like bouncers didn’t do anything else. They just stood between Zayne and Jeremy like they were untouchable.
I guess it was because of who they were.
I should’ve been relieved it stopped before it went too far, but the relentless flashes of phone cameras made my stomach knot tighter.
Zayne still had a devilish smirk on his face. Jeremy looked like nothing was funny and he could still kill. I wished this hadn’t had to happen..
“Ah, so Jeremy f*****g Carter has a weakness now. Your stepsister, huh?”
