Nine

Zane's POV

Returning from purchasing the bottle water for Belle, I was not prepared for the sight that greeted me when I entered.

“Belle, here is the wa…” My words got drowned in disbelief as I stared at the unruly sight before me.

My eyes fell on the conniving son of a bitch, hovering over Belle’s bed with his hands gripping her firmly. I could see he face contorting in pain as she struggled to break free from his grasp.

The bottle in my hands fell to the ground and something snapped cut. I moved like a ferocious beast towards Dave.

“Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on her, you worthless sniveling bastard.” I punched Dave hard in the face and that sent him sprawling onto the floor across the room.

“Oh my God!” I heard Belle's gasp.

I was seething in anger, my fists clenched at my sides as I glared at Dave, who was sprawled across the room, gripping his face in pain. The only thing on my mind was how to beat him into a pulp, to smash his hands in a million ways so that he would