Into The Storm

ALEXANDER'S POV

As I watched the car disappear into the night, it took every ounce of my willpower not to go after it, to drag Angel back into my arms and never let her go. I wanted to hold her close, to feel her warmth and scent, to assure her that she was safe with me.

But I knew better. I still had unfinished business to attend to - those bastards who thought they could hurt her, take her away from me. My anger simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil over. How dare they try to attack her, put her in harm's way?

I would fight to the death to protect her, to keep her safe from the darkness that lurked in every corner of my life.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening with resolve. I would not rest until I had dealt with Victor, Russo, and anyone else who thought they could touch her. She was mine, my Ivory, my Angel. And I would stop at nothing to keep her safe.

Clark's voice broke into my thoughts, "You're really into her, aren't you?" I turned to him, my expression gr