Chapter 88: The fight
Theodore’s voice sliced through the tension, cold and controlled yet seething with fury. "Touch her again," he growled, low and dangerous, "and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life."
Marcus, sprawled and dazed, glared up at Theodore with a mix of pain and defiance. Bella shrank against the wall, still trembling, but found a flicker of courage as Theodore turned his attention to her. His eyes softened slightly, concern etched in his features as he rushed over to her.
"Bella!"
The tears in her eyes tore at his heart. He reached out to gently touch her cheek. "Are you okay?" Theodore’s voice was surprisingly gentle.
"No," she whispered, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through her.
Theodore removed his suit jacket and draped it around her shoulders. He helped her to her feet, supporting her.
His heart sank as he wiped her tears away. He was sorry for letting her come alone. If he had not come here to check on her, he couldn’t fathom what this monster would have done to her.
Noticing the fresh bruise forming on her delicate cheek, Theodore’s temper skyrocketed, incinerating any remaining composure. His eyes darkened, and his blood boiled. His fists tightened at his sides as he turned his head and glared down at Marcus, who also glared back at him as he got to his feet, wiping the blood from the corners of his lips.
"How dare you touch her," Theodore roared.
"Yes, I touched her. So what?" Marcus challenged. "She is just a bitch, warming up your bed. I am also ready to pay. Why can’t she warm my bed?"
"You!" Theodore lunged at him, but Bella caught his arm and stopped him.
"Theodore, please... let’s go home," she implored, her eyes wide and tear-streaked, silently begging him to resist the provocation.