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Leo's POV

You can call me stalker because I put a tracker device in a woman's car, hacked her phone to listen to everything that she hears and says and put monitoring device in the necklace pendant I gifted her on her last birthday, but believe it or not, I did it all out of pure love.

And that was why I was able to trace her to this rowdy club full of horny strangers that wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of her.

I ran breathlessly through the main door of the crowd and did a quick scan.

I could hear what she was saying though her phone, but not exactly over the crowd, so I removed the eardots I was wearing to properly use my eyes and I finally caught sight of her.

There she was, in the middle of three heavily tattooed men who looked bulky enough to carry a tractor, but that wasn't all, they were enemies and I felt a strong blood thirst as I saw them touching her.

“Here, drink this one too. It's pretty strong,” one of them said as the bartender handed them a new cup of wine.