Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"Care to explain, what I just witnessed!" The Don's voice rang out, sharp and demanding. His expression had morphed into a fierce scowl, the calm days of our interactions vanished like mist.
"D-don, you are hurting my arm!" I gasped, wincing as he gripped my wrist tightly, the pressure making it hard to breathe as panic surged within me.
"What did I tell you about Theo?" He said, his voice was controlled, but the dangerous edge still lingered beneath the surface.
I had pulled my arm from his grasp, wincing slightly at the dull ache left behind. My eyes instinctively dropped to inspect the possible injury, my breath hitched the moment I saw the angry red mark forming where his fingers had been. I had sighed heavily, while my chest was tight with a mix o
