Silence ensued as Maxen pushed his thoughts to the back of his head, hating the feeling that for the first time in his life he felt on edge over a lady because of the presence of another man.
And she was not just any normal lady, but the one and only soul he laid his eyes on. The one who stole his heart away on the first night they met and never returned it—not that he wanted it back anyway.
He was never afraid of death. What he was more afraid of were monsters who walk in Armani suits, ready to steal what didn't belong to them, and the fact that Olivia was in his arms was not enough guarantee that nobody would dare snatch her if an opportunity rose.
And no matter how many times he told himself that he should not worry about trivial things such as a love rival, if Konstantin fits the bill, he could not help the green-eyed monster that was trying to claw out from the pits of his stomach.
