BELLO.
‘How dare he touch my mate like that?’ Conri growled in my head as I gripped the bastard’s wrist before his hand could linger another second on her arm.
My fingers tightened until I felt his bone shift, and I forced his hand down, away from Sasha. It took everything inside me not to let the pressure keep climbing until I snapped the damn thing clean in two.
The man stumbled a step back, rubbing at his hand and blinking at me with wide eyes. Then recognition dawned on his eyes, and his lips parted.
“Bello…?” he said, his voice laced with surprise and something close to awe. “I can’t believe it’s really you. Kwana dayawa (Long time no see)”
I narrowed my gaze, fighting to keep my jaw from clenching too hard. Of course It was him. It was Malik Danladi, the son of Senator Umar Da
