Chapter Fifty Eight

"Ali, Ali, calm down!" I squealed, holding onto him as tightly as I could and trying desperately to hold my ground as he continued to walk dragging me with him.

Luckily, Joe stepped in and shut the door before Ali could get out and I somehow manage to throw Ali onto the floor using some kind of Judo move I'd learnt a while back.

"Alster, seriously, cool it." I whispered, brushing my hands against his cheeks. "I'm fine. I'm totally fine."

"That bastard is going to be shot and torn to a million pieces, little sky," he growled. "I swear it, if I see him, he's dead. If I hear that he so much as gets within six metres of you, I'm going to stake him."

I shuddered at the idea of getting on Ali's bad side and remembered just how protective he used to be in the past. When Ali got seriously protective, he got violent and rather scarily so. He wouldn't just kill someone who hurt someone he cared about. He'd think of a way to make them suffer a million times worse than their offense. That was the