Before the man could get anywhere near Rhett, Jackson intercepted him in one swift move.
A crisp sound of bones slipping out of place rang out in the night. The man let out a muffled groan and, in the next second, was firmly restrained, left with no room to struggle at all.
“Rhett!”
He screamed hysterically, his voice raw with rage.
“My Locke family has no grudge against you! What right do you have to order people to break my parents’ legs? And to send my sister to prison! What exactly are you trying to do?!”
The sudden commotion jolted me completely out of my daze.
I shifted slightly in Rhett’s arms, my lashes trembling as I slowly opened my eyes.
My vision was still a little blurry.
When I finally took in the tense, hostile scene before me—and realized I was being held by Rhett—m
