Dante's POV

"Get your hands away from her." I hissed at Winston, hitting his hands off. He exhaled with a scoff before fully facing me.

"What's your problem?" He spat in disgust and anger. I didn't care in the least bit. I am not scared of him neither was I ever.

"Like hell you don't know." I spat back, coming to stand in between him and Morgan. "You would not lay a finger on her. Not while I'm here." He raised a brow at me, stepping back a little before smiling like a maniac.

Just as the smile appeared, it disappears as he stepped forward, covering the steps that he...