The room went silent.

The older man chuckled, shifting in his chair, still eyeing Sky like she was a piece of meat on a silver platter.

“I said, look at her ass. That’s some thick, grade-A, fuckable……”

CRACK.

The sound of Xavier’s chair scraping back against the floor was so loud, so sharp, so fucking loud that every man in the room shut up instantly.

Sky froze.

Xavier stood.

He adjusted his suit, rolling back his sleeves, flexing his fingers like he was warming up to fucking kill somebody.

And then, in a voice so low it sent pure fucking fear through the room, he said.

“You have exactly three...