Author's POV
Adrian's hand clenched around her phone and the photograph of them together, his knuckles white with tension.
A vein throbbed visibly at his temple.
Fury rolled through his gray eyes like a storm about to break.
Yet the moment his gaze landed on her upturned face, all that murderous rage vanished in an instant—replaced by restraint and something deeper, something painfully suppressed.
Taylor and Ethan had both arrived.
They'd heard every single vile word that had spilled from Damian's mouth—every threat, every disgusting proposition. They'd recorded it all.
Ethan elbowed Taylor in the ribs. "Your cousin. You handle this?"
Taylor pressed his hand to his forehead. "That bastard's no family of mine."
There was a time and place for getting your ass han
