Possessive Rage

~DONOVAN'S POV~

The sight of that bastard's hand on Valerie's shoulder sent molten rage coursing through my veins like poison.

My reasonable mind….what little remained of it…screamed that I should ask if she was okay.

I should find out what had happened, why she had been rushed to the hospital, whether she was hurt or in pain.

Dominic's voice echoed somewhere in the back of my skull, reminding me