"You're dead!" Murray clenched his fist and swung at me.
A long, powerful hand shot out from the side and locked around Murray's wrist like a vise.
Then wrenched it backward.
Crack.
The sickening snap of bone.
Murray shrieked, collapsing to his knees, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Ivan Stephens stood in front of me in a black suit, his expression carved from frost. He drew a handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiped his fingers with deliberate slowness, and tossed it onto Murray's face.
"What kind of stray mutt thinks it can lay a hand on Ivan Stephens's wife?"
"Ivan Stephens?!"
Murray's features contorted, but the words died in his throat.
The most powerful man in Crestmont's elite circles. Head of the Stephens Consortium.
The Delgados weren't fit to shine his shoes.
Josephine scrambled away on all fours.
Lavinia stared at Ivan's striking face, jealousy spilling from her eyes.
How did she land Ivan Stephens?
Ivan didn't spare any of them a second glance. He scooped Melody into one arm and draped the other around my shoulders.
"Did they scare you?" His voice softened instantly.
"Disgusted me is more like it." My expression stayed flat.
"Then let's go home and wash your eyes."