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“Maybe we should be talking. A lot.”

I want to know more about what he’s actually doing. It’s not my business, but…

What’s the deal with the garage? What’s the deal with the bikers? What’s the deal with that package… which is obviously drugs. Again. All that risk and all that money…

Corbin’s right hand grabs my jaw again.

“Excuse me, dude, how about you lay off the woman?”

The second I hear the voice…

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Corbin asks the stranger without looking at him.

I look at the stranger.

He’s a big guy. A very big guy.

Wearing a dirty baseball cap turned around on his head.

“I’ve been watching you,” the guy says. “Grabbing this beautiful woman the way you are. Pulling at her. Damn near smacking her in the face. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

I let out an audible gasp.

Corbin slowly turns his head.

The stranger then has the nerve to offer his right hand to me.

“Come on, sweetie, you come with me now,” the stranger says. “Me and my friends will keep an eye out. Get you home safely. You don’t need this.”

My mouth falls open.

I’m in complete shock.

Who the fuck does this guy think he is?

Corbin throws a right fist faster than I’ve ever seen a punch happen in my life.

The sound of Corbin’s knuckles against the man’s jaw is bone crunching and stomach turning.

The wannabe hero crumbles to the floor in a second, knocked out cold.

I look at the bar and see the bartender with her hands over her mouth.

She’s in shock.

Then she reaches for her phone.

“Police,” I whisper. My heart jumps. “We have to go, Corbin. I can’t lose you again. I love you. Please. We have to leave!”

Two other guys are now running toward Corbin and me.

Corbin grabs me once again, picks me up off my feet and runs toward the door.

Great—now it looks like he’s kidnapping me.

As soon as we’re outside, Corbin drops me to my feet and grabs my left arm.

He’s squeezing fiercely, insanely tight.