[Rosco’s POV]
“Ow.”
A hiss of pain escapes Denali as I push against her exposed ribs, which are clearly bruised from her stepmother’s attack. f**k, that b***h really did a number on her, and I was beginning to regret just leaving without doing anything.
“I should go back,” I mutter.
“I’m fine.”
Fine… How the hell was she fine when she was covered in bruises and scars? There was absolutely nothing fine about this, but I understood why she was saying that even if I didn’t like it.
Since bringing Denali up to our room and undressing her from the waist up, I have been fighting the urge to go back to that damn venue and beating the s**t out of Roger. I already hated his f*****g guts, but after witnessing him standing aside while that b***h of a wife of his beat Denali, the need for blood
