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~Alex's POV
I arrived home, slamming the car door shut with a force that echoed through the night. The anger coursing through my veins was palpable, spreading through my body like wildfire. My jaw clenched, my fists tightened, and every muscle in my body screamed for action. I had never been one to forgive, and tonight was no exception. Bella had been disrespected—no, more than that. She had been treated like she was nothing, like she was disposable. That wasn't something I could let slide. Someone needed to pay. Someone needed to suffer.
I stormed inside, my mind replaying the scene over and over again. That bastard had dared to touch her, to grab her wrist, to talk to her like she was some common whore. The way he had looked at her like he was entitled to her, it made my blood boil. Who the hell did he think he was? Did he not know who she belonged to? Did he not know who I was? I would make sure he never forgot.
