“Is that it?” he asked when I stepped back, panting as I forced myself not to keep going. “Go on. Hit me again,” he groaned. “Nothing is going to stop me from getting what’s mine.” “Harlow is mine!” I snapped. “No one is going to fucking take him away from me, let alone you, asshole.” I reached for my gun. As my hand wrapped around it, I remembered it was empty. Fuck. I dropped my hand. “I’m going to kill you.”
