Evelin's POV
Jensen stared at me in complete shock, still trying to recover from the kick I'd just delivered that sent him sprawling.
I caught Jimmy's expression—equally stunned, the fury and hopelessness in his crimson eyes giving way to raw disbelief.
I fixed Jensen with an icy stare. "If my shoulder wasn't screwed up, I'd beat you senseless—even worse than before."
Jensen's mouth twitched as he struggled back to his feet.
My kick had connected hard. Even if his ribs weren't cracked, he'd definitely be sporting a massive bruise.
He pressed his hand against where I'd nailed him, trying to catch his breath before shooting me a venomous look. "I'm trying to protect you—this bastard's dangerous. He'll pull every dirty move imaginable on you."
"Just like the sick games you played with his mother?" I snarled, revulsion dripping from every word. "Being his father doesn't automatically make him your twisted carbon copy."
