Chapter 159

• Asher
• I dig my heel in deeper, making her cry out, and she finally stills, her eyes wide as she stares up at me. Her hair is dishevelled, blood drips from her busted nose, and her mascara is running. She’s a fucking mess.
• “If you ever, and I mean ever, hit a guy again, especially those three, I’ll break your hand. You understand me? You don’t look, and you don’t so much as fucking go near them, or you’re mine.” I get into her face, making her scream as I dig my heel in, no doubt leaving a mark. “They are mine, and I protect what’s mine.” Lifting my heel, I slam it down on her left hand, purposely stabbing it into the ground between her fingers as she jumps, expecting it in her skin.