Emily’s POV

"You think you won, Daniel?!" Ethan screamed, his voice muffled and distorted through the thick white medical tape strapped across his swollen jaw.

He stumbled across the concrete floor of the B2 parking garage, pointing a shaking finger straight at us.

"You think you can just take my fiancée and walk out of here like nothing happened?!" Ethan spat, his eyes bloodshot and unhinged as he glared at me. "You're a disgusting whore, Emily! You slept with your own stepfather!"

Daniel didn't even pause his stride. He shoved me gently into the passenger seat of the armored SUV, slammed the heavy door locked, and turned around to face...