My Baby's Blood, Your Hell
Xander wrapped me in his arms, steady and strong.
"I know," he said, voice low. "I've seen everything. Don't cry."
Xander had already been freaking out when I didn't answer my phone. Then he saw the video—and came straight to the hospital.
Steven, clueless, sneered, "Perfect timing. I was about to hunt down your little side piece, and here he is, walking right up to me."
Xander's stare went razor-sharp. "You must really have a death wish."
"You slept with my wife and still act tough? I'll kill you!" Steven barked, throwing a punch.