You shot the doors open to his office. He looked up and raised a brow at your cold glare. Two of his men snickered and stepped in front of you, ready to stop you.

“Lay a finger on her and I’ll be the one snickering at your bloody heads.” he snarled as he tossed his gun onto the desk.

His men stepped back with their hands raised.

“Now what’d I do, love?” he asked calmly as his cold eyes pierced through you.