Chapter 297 Slippery Bastard

Brooke lost consciousness just as his sharp scream pierced the air.

Weston frowned and yanked Quincy up by the hair, dragging him out of the bathroom like dead weight.

Jared looked over, his gaze darkening as he saw the blood running down Quincy's face. "Figures. This piece of trash really thought he could lay his hands on Brooke?"

Weston's expression darkened. "Couldn't get a bite at the Sinclair