The restaurant door explodes open with such force that the glass rattles in its frame. A tall man in an expensive charcoal suit storms through, his face twisted with rage. Behind him, four massive bodyguards in dark clothing spread out like hunting wolves.
Adrian Shaw doesn't need an introduction. Power radiates from him like heat from a furnace. His silver hair is perfectly styled, his shoes probably cost more than most people make in a month, and his eyes burn with the entitlement of someone who's never been told no.
"Where is he?" Adrian's voice booms across the small restaurant. "Where's the piece of shit who dared lay hands on my daughter?"
Seraphina struggles to her feet, pointing a shaking finger at Nash. Blood trickles from her split lip, and her designer dress is torn at the shoulder.
"Daddy! That animal kicked me! He assaulted me in front of everyone!"
Adrian's gaze locks onto Nash with murderous intent. "You. You're dead."
