Noah POV

The words hang in the air, and for a moment I think I misheard them, that my brain is playing tricks, but then the full weight crashes down on me—he wants Zoe, wants to trade her for that broken woman on the floor, wants to own her like property—and rage explodes in my chest with such force that I'm moving before I can think, before Finn can even weigh in, my fist already swinging toward Sergio's smug face.

The punch connects with his jaw, a ...