LOGINCHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.“Should I go after her, or should you?” I asked, and watched as Paul turned to me in shock before masking his expression and grabbing a washcloth to clean up the mess. “You.” Even his tone had become void of anything, and I sucked in a deep breath as I mentally prepared for this. If he had hurt her, there was no question that I would be on her side, no matter how much I enjoyed hanging out with Paul. She was my best friend and my sister. If I had to, I would just have to talk to Derek about arranging a new bodyguard, even if the last thing I wanted to do was ask him for more after everything he had already done for me. “Will she talk to me?” I asked, knowing that from her reaction, it wasn’t him cutting in front of her in line at the grocery store. Something terrible had to have happened between them. Paul paused, squatting down to wipe up Lydia’s spill on the floor. “I’m surprised she hasn’t already, so I don’t know.” Nodding, I slowly walked down the hallw
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.Before my eyes even opened, I smiled. I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened, and for a few blissful seconds after I finally opened them, I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling. It was so…. Peaceful. I hadn’t known peace in a really long time. Then I remembered a knight in shining armor. Well… my knight in blood splattered clothes. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I buried my face in my pillow with an excited squeal. How could just thinking about someone give me butterflies?God! I truly was hopeless. After everything Justin had put me through, I should be ready to reclaim my twenties, find a hobby, and rebuild my life. Instead, I was thinking about the last man I should want, and one I probably couldn’t ever have. But no. I was grinning like a fool with butterflies in my stomach from just thinking about how Derek had fought my ex, shown up at my apartment, and made me laugh for at least an hour. And the hug. The way he held me close and hugged
DEREK’s P.O.V.I didn’t bother waiting for them to leave first. I stormed past them and out of the house, letting the adrenaline carry me blindly to my car. My hands shook as I slammed the driver’s door shut, but it wasn’t from anger or fear. It felt like everything I had bottled up over time had finally exploded.Justin’s blood still decorated my knuckles, and I stared at it for a long moment before gripping the steering wheel tightly as I sped away. The city lights blurred together as I drove without a destination in mind. I was too consumed by thoughts of tonight to focus on anything else. Each time I thought about it, I could practically hear the cracking of my fist connecting with his jaw. I could see my grandmother’s tears and hear her whispering her prayers. I should have stopped sooner, instead of losing control. To any sane person, it would have been clear that I had crossed a line, but if I could go back… I still would have done it again. Turning, I watched the securit
DEREK’S P.O.V.One second, Justin was smirking, and the next, the distance between us was gone, and my fist was crashing into his jaw. The crack echoed through the stunned dining room, the sound fueling me on. He deserved for every bone he had to be broken after what he had done to Charlotte.Justin staggered backward, slamming into the table hard enough that nearly every glass fell over and broke.“You’re going to regr…” He snarled, but I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed the front of his shirt and drove another punch into his face, his head snapping to the side from the impact. Blood burst from his split lip,“Derek!” My mother screamed, but I couldn’t respond. I also couldn’t stop. All I could see was Charlotte’s swollen, split lip and all the bruising on her face. He needed to feel that, too. I was going to make him feel that pain, too. Justin shoved against my chest, trying to put space between us, but years in the gym and a lifetime of discipline kept me in place. Instead,
DEREK’S P.O.V.Nonna’s home had looked the same throughout my entire childhood. Over the years, we had to add more seats or tables to make room for everyone, but the rest stayed the same. There was the hutch full of crystal glasses that she insisted no one could ever touch, the fresh flowers in the middle of each table, and the knick-knacks along the top of the fireplace.Normally, it was also filled with kids running around and laughter, but today, it felt different. Even when the family had turned on me for refusing to be a part of the family business, it had never felt like this. Now, it felt like I was walking into enemy territory. “Oh, Derek, my sweet boy. You made it!” My Nonna exclaimed, and I nodded, leaning down to kiss her cheeks.“You graced us with your presence for two dinners in one month. Aren’t we lucky?” My father joked, but I couldn’t even force a smile at him. I was eyeing my sister and her husband. They kept their heads together, whispering and laughing, withou
DEREK’S P.O.V. My phone ringing pulled my attention away from the report on my desk, and had it not been Paul calling, I would have been frustrated. I hadn’t had a clear mind to focus on work since I saw Charlotte hurt. No, the only reason I could focus was that I knew he was with her and that she was safe. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be here right now. I would be with her… protecting her. I answered before the second ring, worry filling my gut. “Is she okay?” I asked immediately, and for a moment, all I could hear was the wind rushing across the speaker, followed by a car honking. It was late for them to be out and about, unless Charlotte had decided to go on another firearm shopping spree. I doubted that would happen, given how uncomfortable and panicked she seemed after getting the first one, so I had to assume he had stepped outside so she wouldn’t hear him, which made me worry even more. “She’s fine,” Paul finally said, and even though it felt like a lifetime before he h
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. For one blissful second after waking up, I forgot my life had fallen apart. Then I opened my eyes to the white ceiling of my new bedroom, a giant stack of unpacked boxes, and Lydia snoring loud enough to rattle the windows from the couch, and reality came crashing back. I had
JUSTIN’S P.O.V. I watched as the golden liquid sloshed in the glass, tilting my whiskey tumbler back and forth, over and over again, hypnotized by the movement. The sun had set hours ago, and the house was dark, except for the light coming from the television. I hadn’t bothered to turn it off, and
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. Your mother is in a coma. The words swirled around my head like a broken record as I sat next to her, holding her hand. For some reason, I couldn’t cry even though I felt like I wanted to. I was too angry. Angry at the doctors. Angry at the world. Angry at my husband. I was
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. The drive to the hospital was a blur of red lights and panic. I barely remembered the car coming to a stop or my driver opening the door, though it was probably going to be one of the last times he drove me anywhere. By the time I sprinted through the main entrance and reached







