Allyson's POV
"What the hell is happening?"
We burst into the hallway, my heart hammering against my ribcage. The sight that greeted us made my blood run cold. Reagan. Fighting like some common street thug.
The crowd had formed a loose circle around two men throwing punches with reckless abandon. Reagan was locked in brutal combat with some stranger in an expensive suit, trading blow after blow while Jameson desperately tried to separate them.
Blood streaked down Reagan's chin as both men glared at each other with pure hatred, their chests heaving while shocked party guests whispered their disapproval.
"You're finished in this town!" Reagan snarled, straining against Jameson's restraining grip.
Before I could think twice, my voice cut through the chaos. "Reagan!"
