Page 208 of Maddening Fixation

One moment he was several feet away.

The next, his hand had clamped around Egor’s throat.

My breath caught.

Romeo.

It was Romeo.

Behind him stood Keegan and nearly fifteen broad-shouldered men, all dressed in dark suits, each radiating the same lethal calm that surrounded their boss.

Egor clawed frantically at Romeo’s hand, his feet lifting slightly off the floor as he struggled to breathe.

Romeo’s face was carved from stone.

His eyes settled on me, darkening as they took in my dress.

“You came here dressed like this to meet your ex?”

His voice was terrifyingly quiet.

“You drank with him until you were too drunk to stand.”

His grip tightened.

“And now...”

Egor made a choking sound.

“...you were leaving with him so he could fuck you.”

The words sliced through the remaining fog clouding my mind.

“What?” I stared at him in horror. “No!”

“No?” Romeo’s fingers tightened around Egor’s throat.

A sickening sound escaped him.

His face darkened from red to an alarming shade of purple.

His struggling weakened.

His body began to hang limply from Romeo’s grasp.

My heart lurched.

I looked desperately around the club.

Someone...

Anyone...

Please do something.

No one moved. No one dared.

It was as though violence of this magnitude had become just another spectacle to witness from a safe distance.