The moment Shaun walked out of their suite, Jozef sent his fist flying into the nearest wall. Luckily it wasn't one of the stone walls. A thought that didn't occur to him as his hand sank through the plaster, sending dust flying in the air. He growled and yanked his fist out.
He'd never been so emotional that he couldn't hang on to his temper. His uncle had raised him to make calm, cool and logical decisions so he could always do what was best for the family. Emotion was a liability and therefore stamped out of him at a young age.
So why couldn't he control himself around one particular woman? Women were for f*****g, not f*****g with his head. Shaun made him feel out of control. Yet he couldn't consider a life where she was dead, especially by his own hand. He had no choice but to keep
