THIRD PERSON POV
If anyone had told John he would be storming into his brother’s house to save his wife, he would have cackled out loud at the joke. He didn’t bother to ring the doorbell; he just shoved it open, his gun now visible in his right hand.
“Bianca!! " he yelled, not knowing where to go. The house was huge.
He was pacing up and down when Mr Wolfe and Mirabella walked down the stairs, each so close to the other, and her hair was disheveled. She was struggling to straighten her dress, which meant they were having sex. John’s insides coiled at the thought. The moment she sighted the gun, she stepped behind her man’s back.
“What right do you have to constitute a nuisance in my house?” Mr Wolfe bellowed, his anger raging from his tone.
John clenched his jaw and wrapped his fingers around it tightly.
“The same you have to hurt my woman.” He seethed.
Mr Wolfe’s eyes shot daggers at him as he walked off the stairways and closed in some gap between them. He was bellowed by the auda
