"Jared, she's safest there," Hans Montrose tore off his shirt. "I called you all here because I'm not satisfied. As men, how could I be content with losing to you?"
"What do you plan to do?" Jared Quinn's muscular arm showed bulging veins, and his aggression was like a dark mist surrounding him.
For a long time, he hadn't been this angry.
He hated when anyone touched his woman, even if he died, it wasn't allowed!
"Do you know whose power at the docks you destroyed the other day?" Hans Montrose leaned against the rundown railing and lit a cigarette.
"Yours," Jared Quinn sneered coldly. "You started plotting since Melody Thorne married me. Everything you've said about letting go for her happiness because you couldn't have her is all fake. Only she would believe that nonsense.
