IAN's POV :

She was still shaking.

I could barely keep my focus on the road as I drove. Images from before kept flashing into my head. How he was on top of her, how she was crying for dear life, how her dress was torn, how his mouth was on her neck, and how his hands were all over her body…

F u c k. I should have killed that son of a bitch.

I had to take a lot of deep breaths to calm myself. And every time I glanced at her on the passenger seat, she just had her ...