Paul’s POV

I’m literally seething as I storm away from the bar, dragging Madison behind me. If Madison hadn’t been there, I would not have stopped punching him until I ended him. Just thinking about what he has done to Madison makes my blood boil.

“Ow, Paul, you’re hurting my wrist,” Madison whined.

I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around, and kissed Madison hard on the lips. I just want to take all the vile memories and touches from her and replace them with passion and ...