"How dare you lay a hand on her? She's mine!"
Marissa watched as Rafael pursued the man who was trying to flee before stumbling. The man hadn't expected anyone to interfere when he threatened Marissa.
Rafael grabbed him by the shirt, roughly pulling him to his feet, and slugged him in the nose, which started bleeding.
Marissa stood there, nearly trembling. She couldn't see the man's face well, but the blood on his face was unmistakable.
He groaned in pain and looked like he was about to hurl insults at Rafael when a well-built man approached and effortlessly gripped him by the neck, slamming him against a wall.
That's when Marissa realized they weren't alone. Two sharply dressed men who could've stepped right out of a Bond film were also present.
"Don't forget to work over his face," Rafael instructed the men, "And cut off his hand."
Marissa flinched at the order.
