Russ made to grab for my waist but halted as I felt a wall of fury at my back. “Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her,” Shep snarled. Russ sneered at him. “She yours? You really need to take a stronger hand with her. Whoring herself out all over that dance floor.” One second, Russ was standing there. The next, Shep’s fist connected with his nose in a sickening crunch I heard even over the music.
