Chapter 11 Scott's Timely Arrival

But then, in the next instant, the oppressive weight was lifted from me.

It was Scott, and he hadn't come alone, but with a crew of his men.

Without a moment's hesitation, he seized the yellow-haired thug who had been pinning me down and, with a swift, forceful motion, flung him across the room.

The thug hit the wall hard and crumpled to the floor, blood spilling from his mouth.

Scott's gaze quickly found mine, filled with concern.

By then, I had managed to sit up, tears streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks. I hugged my knees tightly to my chest, a pitiful sight.

Scott moved closer and gently draped his suit jacket over my shoulders, his expression pained.

Then, wordlessly, he pulled me into a tight embrace. His chin rested on my head, his touch gentle as he stroked my hair.

His voice, low and rough, carried a tender edge. "Don't be afraid, Adrianna. I'm right here."

I knew he would come the moment I called to end things between us. His arrival couldn't have been more time