Alanis didn't wait for an answer. Fury burned through him as he strode toward the buff man lounging arrogantly in the chair. Without hesitation, he grabbed the thug by the collar and yanked him up with one swift, brutal motion.
"I said, what the fuck did you give her?!" Alanis roared, his voice echoing like a thunderclap.
Before the man could stammer out a reply, Alanis's fist slammed into his face with a bone-crunching force. The thug crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain as blood poured from his split lip.
This was exactly why Alanis hadn't wanted Harlow to live alone. His jaw clenched as his thoughts darkened. If only she hadn't been so damn stubborn.
He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp and cold.
