Sixty-One: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

The smell of her blood grew thicker as I glared down at the gunman before me. The nerve of this pathetic human to lay a hand on my mate had me ready to end him. If it weren't for the gun pointed in her direction, I would have.

I had promised Lana that I wouldn't let him hurt her again, yet there she was, beaten and bleeding on the floor. I had failed to keep my word and failed her as a mate.

"Ah, you must be the dick she's been sucking," James said as he turned to face me but kept the gun pointed at Lana's head. "You both took something that belonged to me. I know you have it since it isn't here. I want it back, now."

For a moment, I thought he was referring to Lana. To the fact that I had been with her while she was still married, but when he demanded it back, I knew he had bigger fish he was after.

"You'll never get Maddie back," I stated, making sure my voice was loud and clear even though I filled with terror as Lana slumped over onto her shoulder, her eyes bl