He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes simmering with a furious rage. "Go back and tell Aiden Shaw that I'm claiming that girl. Sooner or later, she'll be my woman."
The man in the black suit's lips curled into a wicked smirk. He casually pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Aiden Shaw's number.
"I've gotta say, this suitor of your wife's isn't easy to get rid of. The guy's shouting that he's going to claim your wife."
The man's tone with Aiden Shaw was bold and casual, suggesting the two were on very good terms.
On the other end of the line, Aiden Shaw closed the medical file in his hand, took a pack of cigarettes from a drawer, and lit one up. "Then hit him harder. If he doesn't learn his lesson, beat him up every time you see him."
This man was a good friend of Aiden Shaw's, a recently retired special forces soldier. He had quit his job as a coach after a single phone call from Aiden, agreeing to become Laura Lowell's bodyguard.
