Fawn's POV
"Blake, please.” I said again, my fingers digging into his arm as I pulled him back with all my strength. Holy s**t he was strong.
For a heartbeat, Blake didn't move, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. His fist was still raised, knuckles white, jaw locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. Richard stood there with that insufferable smirk, practically begging to be hit again.
I released his arm because I wasn't moving him, so I changed my approach stepping between the two men, my back to Richard, placing my hands on Blake’s chest, forcing him to look at me instead of his target. Pushing harder on his chest, I forced him back a few steps away from the suicide bomber Richard.
"Blake," I said softer, my hands moving to his waist now. "Look
