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I'm pacing around the construction site, stopping every so often to look up at her balcony.
But there's been no sign of her all night.
I barely got through the day. My entire being was buzzing in anticipation of holding her in my arms again—and never letting go this time.
I look up at her balcony again.
Still nothing.
She should have been here by now.
I've been pacing for hours. I don't want to rush her. I keep telling myself that maybe she's having a long conversation with her father. Maybe there's a legitimate reason for her hold-up.
But something doesn't feel right.
I can't shake the feeling that something is off.
My girl is in trouble. I just know it.
Fuck this. I'm not going to keep pacing back and forth like a caged lion when everything in me is telling me to go check on her.
I have to get to her.
I scale the house quickly, climbing up to her balcony like some sort of backwoods Romeo. Instead of the balcony leading me to my love, though, it leads me straight into an argument between her and another man—James.
Fucking asshat.
My body immediately tightens in anger as I take in the scene before me. He has her backed up against a wall, his hands grasping her forearms tightly as he spouts off about how she must honor him and marry him for the sake of their family's reputation.
Her father stands in the corner watching it all unfold with a smug look on his face. He's obviously pleased with what James is doing—clearly trying to make my girl submit to something that goes against everything she believes in and wants in life.
Without thinking twice, I step forward and raise my voice over both of theirs. "Let go of her now."
The room goes silent for a second before James finally releases my girl from his grasp and turns around to face me, pure hatred filling his eyes as he takes me in.
But before he can say anything else, I'm already barreling toward him full force—knocking him off balance and sending him crashing onto the floor below us with a loud thud that echoes throughout the room. My girl gasps behind me but doesn't try to stop me as I take one quick glance back at her before turning back to James again and pinning him down beneath my body weight using just one arm while using my other hand to hold his throat tightly against mine so he can't move or speak without choking.
I look him directly in the eye and grind out, "I didn't give you permission to touch her. Did you not hear me?"
He continues to struggle beneath my grasp and sputter out a few incoherent sounds, but I'm not letting him get free until he agrees to accept whatever punishment I decide to give him. I know that this sort of thing might not go over well with the cops, but they'd have to go through me to get to James because I sure as shit am not going to let him touch my girl again.
I'm so caught up in the moment that I don't even realize Whitney is moving forward until my hand is suddenly blocked from James's throat. I look up and see her standing over us—eyes wide and beautiful with her hands pressed against my strong, bare arm.
"Jon... you can't hurt him. Please."
I look back down at James and then back up at her.
My eyes meet hers as a sudden surge of jealousy overtakes me, "Why shouldn't I?"
She shakes her head. "He isn't worth it."
I eventually relax as my eyes search hers and I realize she isn't protecting him. She's not asking me not to harm him forhissake but for my own.
I turn cold eyes back on the mayor's son. "You ever touch here again, you're a dead man."
The asshat gulps loudly, his eyes wide and pinned on me. I'm surprised the fucker hasn't pissed himself.
Whitney's father steps forward, his voice shaking with anger. "Now, wait here just a minute. Unhand my daughter—"
