Ava's pulse quickened with dread as she feared Dylan would target Nicholas. "You!" Her hand shot up, her finger pointed at him, masking her worry under the façade of her defiant look. "Don't trouble him. I am warning you."
"Then be obedient," he hissed, grabbing her wrist. But before she could pull away, his arm closed around her wrist, drawing her tight against his chest, leaving barely any space between them.
"Get off me." She struggled against his hold, but it only seemed to make his grip stronger.
Dylan's heart suddenly raced without warning, and he wanted to kiss her hard, his gaze dropping to her lips. "If you want Nicholas safe, you'll stay," he murmured hoarsely, almost betraying his emotions. "Work for me for three months. Don't let me down, and we'll see what I do next."
"You are heartless," she hissed, fury radiating from her eyes.
