ROMAN

My mind seems to almost block out the scene before me, filling itself with rage instead, the kind that's black and blinding.

I race toward Garith, ignoring his men, and slam my fist into his face. When the guys try to stop me, my men intervene, stepping in and allowing me to focus just on Garith Fucking Lowett.

Garith who thinks he could put his hands on my girl and get away with it.

It's all a blur. I punch him with everything I've got, again and again, and the sight of his blood on ...