(Damian)
Watching Alina walk away from those two pieces of s**t was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She stood tall, proud, completely in control. My woman. Mine.
The way Jason looked at her made my blood boil. Even behind bars, even looking like the pathetic waste he was, he still thought he had some claim to her. The audacity. I wanted to reach across that table and snap his neck right there.
Chelsea's crying didn't move me at all. She deserved every tear, every sleepless night, every moment of fear she'd have in that place. But what really got to me was seeing Alina hurt. Even though she was strong, even though she handled it perfectly, I could see the pain underneath.
They had hurt my woman. They had made her doubt herself, made her feel broken. For that alone, they deserved
