CHAPTER 268
KATYA POV
"The fuck is this?" One of the men said, eyes raking over Michael from head to toe. "You lost, man?"
Another stepped forward, bigger than the rest, shoulders rolling like he was warming up. "You her boyfriend or something?"
Michael didn't turn. Didn't even acknowledge them.
His attention stayed on me—steady, assessing, like he was checking for injuries he couldn't see in the dark.
"You okay?" he asked quietly. I swallowed. My throat felt tight, my heart still racing. "I—yes. Chiara's drunk."
That earned a snort from behind him. "Aw, look at that," the injured guy sneered, pressing his palm harder to his head. "She called backup."
Michael finally turned. Slowly. It felt like I was seeing someone else. Michael while demeanor seemed to had changed compare to six months ago. He now seemed tough.
"There are one of you," the man went on, emboldened by numbers. "And five of us. The fuck are you going to do?"
