POV: DIMITRI
Dimitri was out of his office and in the car before Marco finished speaking.
Simon Ward had touched her.
Grabbed her.
Scared her.
The rage that flooded through him was biblical. All-consuming. Violent.
He'd warned Simon. Had made it crystal fucking clear what would happen if he came near Eve again.
And the stupid bastard had done it anyway.
"Drive faster," he told his driver.
"Boss, we're already...."
"I said faster."
The driver obeyed.
Dimitri pulled out his phone, texted Marco.
DIMITRI: Clear the floor. I don't want witnesses.
MARCO: Already done. Building security is cooperating.
DIMITRI: Good. Is she hurt?
MARCO: No. She kneed him in the balls before I got there. Your training paid off.
Despite his rage, Dimitri felt a flicker of pride. His girl. His strong, brave girl. She'd defended herself.
But Simon would still pay.
The drive to her building took fifteen minutes. It felt like fifteen hours.
