The Broken Note (Redwood Kings, #3)

by Nelia Alarcon

I watch the punk in her seat smirk as if he won something and my blood pumps faster. How dare this bastard take my woman’s chair and gloat about it?

“You’re mine. I’ve made that clear. If someone hurts you, they hurt me.”

“You think I wanted this?” He hisses. “You think I woke up one day and thought I want some girl to have my heart by the freaking throat?”