“How bad is it?” Beau snaps, and I jump at the harshness of his tone. It’s only a few bruises. I’ve always bruised easily. But Dom doesn’t wait for me to answer. His hand bunches in the back of my shirt and he yanks it up, exposing my bare body to the waist. I screech and try to pull it down with no success. Beau is quivering. I look up at him, bewildered, as I fight against Dom’s grip on the shirt. “I’m going to kill him, Dom.” Fury makes his hazel eyes flash.
