Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA
The numbness in my head started to fade, and the anger came rushing back into my chest.
I turned my head and glared up at him. My eyes were burning.
"Why?" I whispered, my voice low. "Why did you stop me, Dom? Why did you stop me from going into that room?"
Dom stood right in front of my chair. He had already wrapped a clean white bandage around his injured wrist, but a small spot of red blood was still soaking through the cloth. He looked down at me with hard, calm eyes.
"Why would I not stop you?" Dom asked, his voice dropping into a stern tone. "If I didn't hold your hand, you were going to commit a horrible crime inside that bedroom tonight. You were going to commit a capital felony."