SMITH
"Smith."
Carla said my name, but my gaze wasn't on her. It was tearing down the jerk standing right behind her.
Dawson. With his jackass face, he was right too close to her. Like he was trying to grab her hand. The intensity of his eyes showed he was going to do something to her before I walked in. And now he was pissed by my sudden intrusion.
How hard was it for him to understand the concept of staying away from Carla? Why was he stalking her now? After what happened that night, he shouldn't even be an inch next to her. Alone. There was no telling what he might do next.
Last night, it ended with him sticking out his c**k. He could do worse than that if he ever got that chance again.
Grabbing Carla's hand, I pulled her behind me. Shielding her from his atrocious gaze.
"What
