“This fuckhead was out here molesting Anna,” Cristina shouted as she pointed a finger at the man. Her eyes were wild, and her skin flushed. “If I hadn’t come out here, Jaz would have r***d Anna!”
“And how did Anna get hurt?” Arthur asked as his eyes darted to this Jaz person.
“Jaz slung her into the Dumpster,” Cristina answered with raw anger. “Anna hit her head on the corner.”
Head wounds always bled profusely, even if the cut was small. Arthur was glad Anna wasn’t hurt too badly, or he would have torn Jaz to shreds.
He still should after finding out what the man had planned to do.
“And the collar?” Arthur said between clenched teeth as he slipped a finger under the latch and pulled, tossing the slim piece of leather to the ground. “Who thought claiming her?”
Cristina's cheeks colo
