Holly Sawyer couldn't be bothered with Vincent Hughes, thinking he seemed a bit off, not quite right.
Vincent chased after Holly, trying to grab her hand, but was stopped by a particularly strong hand.
"Not just anyone can touch my woman."
Leo Grant forcefully gripped Vincent's hand, his gaze icy cold.
So cold it was chilling.
"Let go."
Pain shot through his arm, and Vincent's face twisted in agony.
It hurt like hell.
"Brother, let go, your hand's getting dirty."
Holly tugged on Leo's hand, lightly shaking her head at him.
Don't dirty your hands.
"Okay."
Leo nodded, releasing Vincent's hand.
"Brother, here."
Holly took out a wet wipe from her pocket, handing it to Leo, indicating for him to wipe his hand.
Don't dirty your hands, clean them properly.
Leo took the wipe and elegantly cleaned his fingers, slowly.
Vincent was instantly infuriated.
What did that mean?
Was he implying Vincent was dirty?
Dirty?
How was he dirty?
