Serena’s POV

The Vip suite reeked of whiskey and blood, the stranger’s crumpled form still vivid in my mind as Daniel’s parting words “No one will touch you again”echoed like a vow and a threat.

Lila is sitting beside me on the couch, her hand gripping a whiskey bottle, her eyes still wide with shock. “Girllll, your man is crazy,” she said, gulping down a mouthful of whiskey, her voice a mix of awe and unease.

I rubbed my temples, my head throbbing. “He's not my man. And what ...