avy crystal tumbler in his right hand shattered under the sudden, violent pressure of his grip, sending jagged shards of glass and amber liquid scattering across the polished mahogany table.

her

ntire section of the lounge. The ambient jazz music seemed to fade into the background as the sheer, oppressive for

p, their arrogant sneers

ed violence. His glacial gray eyes were fixed on the sweaty trader holding Emaline's wrist, burning with a demonic fury. He looked like a god of war who h

as a corpse. He instantly dropped Emaline's wrist as if her skin had caught fire. "We w

umble that made the crystal glasses on the table vibrate. "And eve

second man stammered, raising his hands in frantic surr

, not breaking eye contac

ws in seconds, standing at rigid attention behind Abdiel. They look

gs. If I see their faces in this city again, I will personally ruin them. I will strip your assets, destroy y

nd dragged them out toward the back alley exit like sacks of garbage. The sound of their plea

e untouchable Abdiel Sharpe publicly and ruthlessly defended an employee. This was the ruthless titan of Wall Street, a man known for

the primal, violent urge to follow those men into the alley and beat them to a bloody pulp for daring to put their hands on her. He sim

otected her. He hadn't asked questions, he hadn't hesitated-he had just stepped in and destroyed them for touching her. A strange, intoxicating warmth bloomed in her chest, chasi