Chapter 55

55

Claire's POV

My head throbbed in an agonizing headache as I watched the two men glower at each other. Never in my wildest dream would I ever want them to have a face off. Yet, here they were. Face to face. Fighting over me. For what? Their claim?

I scoffed and blinked my eyes. None of them were saints. They may not have let it be obvious but both of them had blood on their heads.

That's how the rich become rich. By shedding blood. Sometimes theirs. Sometimes of others.

Although I have not heard any news about them both indulging in criminal activities, I can confidently say they had connections with the dark side of the world. After all, a man will not threaten another with such malice if he wasn't a part of the underworld. And surprisingly, both of them were.

Hence, I was numb with terror as I did not want them to get into a physical fight because of me.

"You do realize that you are standing in my house, right?" Tyler drawled in a pissed voice as his hands fisted on his sides