{MICHAEL}
Seeing her sprawled on the ground, rain-soaked and helpless with that fucking asshole hovering over her, has cold rage pumping through my veins. But I'm not the type to let my emotions control me. I keep my gaze on her pretty amber eyes. "Need help?"
The utter disbelief on her face amuses me, and her response almost has me cracking up. "What does it fucking look like, asshole?" I can't hear her voice through the heavy downpour, but I can read those perfect lips just fine.
"Keep driving, man. This is no business of yours."
I move my gaze to the man holding my girl hostage on the floor and any trace of humor bleeds out of me. I pin him with a look that could freeze hell over, and sure enough, he flinches.
That's right, motherfucker.
