Heat rushed to my face as I began to realize we had attracted an audience.
We are in the middle of the park where some people stopped to look at the drama that is going on.
I flicked my eyes between the two of them, taken aback as they stared at each other with faces that spoke of violence.
I knew this confrontation was escalating dangerously fast.
Cray and Cole's hands felt like steel traps clinched around my wrists, especially Cole's.
I winced as their fingers bit into my skin, sure to leave bruises. Being the object of this tug-of-war was beyond mortifying with so many eyes on us.
An arrogant sniff drew my attention to the side. A woman strode past, her lip curled in disgust as she glanced my way. "Who's this b***h they're fighting for? She doesn't even deserve them," she spa
