He grunts and the calm cracks. “Enough.”
He drags me harder.
Then engines roar outside.
Not one.
Several.
Heavy and loud and close enough to rattle the windows.
Voss freezes.
So do I.
Wolf fills the doorway. Face set in that calm that scares me more than shouting ever could. Two patched men movein behind him, spreading out like they know exactly where to stand.
Wolf’s gaze locks on Voss’s hand on my wrist.
“Let her go,” Wolf says.
His voice is steady. Final.
Voss forces a smile. “You’re persistent.”
Wolf takes one step forward, and the air in the room changes.
“Hands off my woman,” Wolf says.
Heat hits my chest at my woman, sharp and fierce.
Voss scoffs. “She isn’t yours.”
Wolf doesn’t blink. “Let. Her. Go.”
Voss tightens his grip like he wants to test him.
Wolf moves fast. He rips Voss’s hand off me, then drives a punch into his jaw. Voss staggers back with a sharp sound.
Wolf steps between us immediately, body a wall. His arm hooks around my waist and pulls me beside him.
“You okay?” he murmurs, low enough only I can hear.
I nod, shaking. “He broke the phone.”
Wolf’s jaw flexes. “I see that.”
One of the patched men lifts his own phone. “Sheriff Morris is on the way.”
Voss’s eyes flick around the room, calculating. Alone. Outnumbered. Trapped.
“You called the cops,” he snarls.
“We’ve got proof. You weren’t just collecting debt. You were selling girls.”
Voss’s smile cracks. “That’s a lie.”
“Tell it to Morris,” Wolf replies.
