11. Her Memory

RAYHAN

I let him fall to the floor, almost unconscious, with blood dripping from his nose and a busted lip. Fuck, I wanted to kill him. I kicked him hard in his stomach.

I stepped back. My mate had a fucked-up life and it was destroying me. Wasn’t this sleazebag meant to be her damn boss? What a shit-face. From the moment this prick called her to his office, I knew something was up. I had followed and listened to the conversation, but she had handled it well.

The others had said I needed to leave. Although they had witnessed everything, they didn’t question it, and I was grateful for that. I knew I’d have to be more open about it but now wasn’t the time. I stayed behind to keep a watch on her from across the street as she worked.

I now crouched down, grabbing this fuck-face by his collar. He was already out of it, but I slammed him against the car.

"Touch my girl again and I swear I will kill you."

I didn’t care if he heard or not; the