AMARA’S POV:The drive to the venue was short—barely fifteen minutes. But the moment we stepped out, the atmosphere shifted. We were greeted by a sea of men in black and white tuxedos. They bowed in unison as we passed, their respect directed solely at the man beside me.“Boss, Mr. Saga is already here,” a tall, lean man with a clean undercut and a ponytail reported.He was charming, in a dangerous sort of way, but he couldn't hold a candle to Laxus. Even now, my loyalty remained with my arrogant crush.Speaking of the devil, a jolt of electricity shot through me when Laxus suddenly pulled me flush against his side, his hand gripping my waist possessively. I looked up at him and saw his jaw set in a hard, lethal line.“Most of my people are men. I don’t like the way they’re looking at you,” he whispered directly into my ear. His husky voice and that low, territorial growl hit me differently. I felt like a lamb caught in the protective, yet terrifying, grip of a lion.As we stepped in
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