“Ah!” A sharp cry suddenly rang out from someone closest to me.
“What the hell? Who’s there?”
“Damnit, are you looking to die?”
The string of curses quickly turned into startled exclamations. Suddenly, I felt my body lighten, then I was swept into a pair of arms carrying the faint scent of cedarwood.
I struggled to open my eyes, and through the haze of my blurred vision, I caught a glimpse of a sleeve adorned with a diamond cufflink.
“Which blind fool dares mess with nie
The abuser, pulled back and bristling with anger, turned to confront the newcomer but froze the moment he locked eyes with a pair of cold, dark irises. His remaining words died in his throat.
The man holding me stood nearly six foot three, radiating a commanding presence and raw
power.
His features were striking and sharply defined–arched brows that slashed toward his temples with razor precision, thick lashes casting impatient shadows, and cold, tightly set lips. He was undeniably handsome, yet his icy demeanor warned others that he was not a man to be approached lightly..
However, Julian’s attention was first drawn to the man’s entourage.
Behind him stood a full circle of men in black suits, each towering and exuding an imposing presence, far beyond the demeanor of ordinary bodyguards.
Standing just to his right was someone Julian instantly recognized- Charles Green, a figure Julian had repeatedly tried and failed to meet.
Charles, with his silver hair and cane, stood hunched and deferential, an attitude Julian had never associated with the man who held considerable sway in Harbor City.
A chill ran down Julian’s spine as he glanced cautiously at the man holding Victoria. was probing but measured.
“Sir, may I ask your name?”
