Then his hands curled into fists when he noticed the male customers watching her like starving animals.
They were devouring her with their eyes.
The same way he was.
But the difference was simple.
She was his.
And he could do whatever the hell he wanted with her.
The waitress set his coffee down, bending far too much so her cleavage was on full display but the dangerous-looking man before her didn't spare her a glance.
His gaze was locked on the café.
Once she left, Fernando wrapped his fingers around the warm mug.
Every time Ana walked past a table, men followed her with their eyes, and it took everything in him not to storm over there and rip their heads off.
First things first.
He would deal with his little mate.
He finished his coffee and waited.
Four long hours passed.
Ana worked nonstop, completely unaware moving like a diligent, devoted employee.
After that, he returned to his car and waited another three hours.
