Arthur’s POV:
“What?” Mia raises her voice to a shout.
“You heard what I said,” I smirk.
“Are you nuts? We’ve only known each other less than 24 hours, and you’re asking me to move in with you?” She counters, anger flaring in her honey-color orbs.
“This place isn’t safe for you, Angel. You see, your father is a real threat. I won’t leave you here again after what you went through just now.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I’m an adult, fully able to handle things on my own. Yes, you have rescued me, which I appreciate a lot, but that doesn’t give you a say in my life. This is my business, not yours! You don’t own me!” She fires back.
Marcus is roaring in my mind, almost bursting out of my skin with a dark determination to prove we have complete ownership of every inch of her.
“You
