Allyson's POV
The leather seats of the luxury car felt cool against my skin as Michael and I made our way to the club. He sat rigid beside me, every muscle in his body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. The tension radiating from him was almost tangible, filling the space between us with an electric charge that made my pulse quicken.
His fingers drummed an agitated rhythm against his thigh, betraying the storm brewing beneath his controlled exterior.
Suddenly, he whipped his head toward me, his expression fierce and unforgiving. "I swear to you, Allyson, if any of those lunatics so much as breathe in your direction tonight, I'll be behind bars for homicide."
A laugh bubbled up from my chest despite the intensity of his words. I pressed my palm against his solid chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my touch. "Michael, nobody is getting hurt tonight. And you're not ending up in prison."
