ANASTASIA’S POV

The moment Nolan’s fist connected with Leo’s face, I felt my entire body tense. Blood sprayed across the pavement, and Leo staggered back against the car, clutching his jaw. But instead of being scared, Leo had a wicked grin on his face.

“There it is,” Leo spat, blood trickling from his busted lip. “There’s the real Nolan Russo.”

Nolan didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Leo by the collar and landed another brutal punch. The sickening crack of bone meeting bone echoed in the night air.

“Nolan, stop!” I yelled as I stepped forward and placed my hands on his arm, trying to pull him away. But he wouldn’t budge....