Dean’s POV
My knuckles hurt.
My nose is bleeding.
My entire face probably looks like I lost an argument with a truck.
Worth it.
Absolutely worth it.
I would kill that son of a b***h!
But the only thing I can focus on right now,
Is Margaux.
She’s crying.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just silent tears slipping down her cheeks while she looks at me with those huge eyes that completely wreck me. She almost looks like deer in head lights.
And every ounce of anger drains out of my body.
“Babydoll?”
Her lip trembles.
And that does me in.
I move immediately.
“Hey, hey…”
I cup the side of her head carefully.
“Look at me.”
She does.
“I’ve got you.”
More tears.
“Dean…”
“Shh.”
“I called you and-”
“And I came.”
Simple.
Because there wasn’t another option.
Because she
