Aurora's POV. 20.
My head was throbbing, the rope biting into my wrists.
"Boss Luther? You're here—" Marcus started, but the words died in his throat.
A sickening sound ripped through the room as Luther moved with terrifying speed. A thud, a choked scream... Marcus slammed against the floor.
"Luther," I managed, my voice a weak rasp. The energy had been completely sucked out of me.
"Luke, untie her," Luther commanded, his voice dangerously low. He didn't even glance my way. It was jarring.
Where was his wheelchair? He always used his wheelchair.
Luther's attention was solely on Marcus, and the air crackled with his fury. "How dare you lay a hand on my wife?" he growled, each word a guttural threat. "Tell me, who gave you the right to do that?!" He punctuated his rage with a brut
