Chapter 38

Calla Vargo’s POV

The moment my palm connected with his cheek, a sickening silence devoured the club. The music died, and murmurs turned into gasps. Every eye burned into us, his men, the crowd, watching as my handprint bloomed red on his skin.

"Oh, God. I instantly realised I shouldn’t have done that. My anger got the best of me." All the rage, the fury that had been consuming me like an inferno,