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I was panicked, shocked. I’d never been the victim of a violent assault, but he was hurting me, and I was scared.

“Get the fuck off my wife,” someone snarled.

Chapter 30-Shelly

I turned my head and saw Ono, appearing right behind that asshole bodyguard and I knew he was going to fix this.

Anger was etched into his face as he spun the man to face him, forcing him to release his hold on my arms.

Ono reared back and head butted the man. Using both hands, he dragged him farther away from me.

I gasped when I saw him punch the guard, blocking the man’s attempts at retaliation. He pushed him to the floor and proceeded to kick him in the stomach before shoving him down the stairs.

“Who the fuck told you, you could put your filthy fucking paws on my wife?” Ono roared and hit him again.

“Boss! Boss, I got this,” Gio said, grabbing the now moaning and bleeding man.

He hauled him to his feet and shoved him in the back seat of the idling SUV that was causing a minor traffic jam.

“I don’t want to see that fucking shithead again,” Ono barked.

“Yes, Boss,” Gio said, dipping his chin and not looking at me at all.

Probably smart.

I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the tremor of awareness slithering through my body.

I didn’t know what it was about all that violence that had me so hot and bothered, but I had no doubt my panties were fucking soaked at Ono’s barbaric display.

It was sick. There was clearly something wrong with me.

“What was all that?” I asked, looking at my husband and wondering if I even knew the man at all.

“He touched you,” he replied between gritted teeth.

Like that was a reasonable answer.

I had no rebuttal, I just let Ono pull me inside the house with one hand wrapped around my elbow.

“Ono, you can’t just beat people up for touching me,” I said, finally finding my voice.

He didn’t bother to reply.

Just shrugged out of his coat and moved behind me to take mine off.

I allowed it at first, still trying to process all of whatever the hell that was.

Then I remembered myself.

“Wait a second,” I said, watching in shock as he huffed a sigh and went to the kitchen to grab the glass container of orange juice from the fridge.

He took a long pull from the bottle, and I stared, wondering why the fuck that was so sexy.

“Am I a prisoner here?” I asked.

“What?”

He faced me then, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.

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