Our op evil mc's touch was too gentle, too calculated, and it made her skin crawl. She flinched involuntarily, but Ross only leaned in closer, his grin now a wicked sneer.
"Stop…" April whispered, her voice barely audible, but Ross heard it. His grin grew even more sinister as he watched her expression twist with fear and disgust.
Without warning, Julian's anger exploded.
"Take your dirty hands off of her, you fuck!" His voice was a shout, filled with raw fury. He surged forward, his fist aimed directly at Ross's face, the desire to protect April blinding his reason.
But before he could land the punch, Brandon was there.
The sound of a heavy slap echoed through the room, sharp and loud, as Brandon's backhand sent Julian crashing to the floor.
The impact was brutal—Julian's head snapped back as the blow connected, and he crumpled to the ground in a heap.
