Aurora's POV
The force of his hand across my face was so sudden and violent that my phone flew from my grip, clattering onto the pavement. My head snapped to the side, my vision exploding into white spots.
"You—" I gasped, clutching my burning cheek, but he didn't let me finish.
SLAP.
The second one hit my other side, splitting my lip instantly. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.
"How dare you disrespect Dom Raymond?" he hissed, his voice low, as if he didn't want anyone to hear him. "Do you have any idea who he is? You're just a stray cat he took an interest in. You don't throw things at a King."
A king? King of the mafia... king of assassins? What king?
