Chapter 38 Savior

• Shane looks like a god as he steps into the light. Light gray sweat pants hang low on his hips and a fitted white t-shirt is pulled taunt against his muscular body as he moves. My mouth waters at the sight of his pecs. The veins on his forearms stick out and pulse are hotter than they have any right being. His upper lip was raised, his eyebrows lowered, and his nostrils flared as he looked from where I lay on the floor to where the man stood with his boot on my stomach.
• The man above me had enough sense to remove his boot from my body and placed it on the floor. He took a step back as Shane neared, he kept a calm pace, but you could feel the temperature go up. Recognition flared in the mans eyes and he looked from me to Mavy.
• “Greetings to the heir, is there something I can help you with?” The man stuttered out.