Third Person's POV
Seeing his prey right in front of his eyes but forced into a standstill by the steel screwdriver pressed directly against her own throat, Bentley was going absolutely crazy with frustration.
"Damn it, Sabrina, what the hell are you doing?"
Bentley threw his hands up in surrender, slowly backing away while sleazily trying to talk her down. "How am I not good enough for you? The Blue Night pack is incredibly powerful in Los Angeles too. If you're with me, you can have whatever luxury goods you want. So what if Zander is rich? Does the Ironspike pack's wealth have anything to do with you?"
"Get out of my way." Sabrina didn't want to hear another word of his bullshit.
With an icy glare, she ruthlessly shoved his arms aside and climbed out of the sports car with quick, d
