ZAYN’s POV,
“Have you confirmed his room number?” I ask Van as we make our way into the elevator, I am going to make sure that bastard never even thinks of looking at my wife ever again.
“Yes alpha, 306”
“Hmmm”
I ball my hands into a fist, my gaze darkening. I didn’t tell Avery I was coming here because I didn’t want to stress her out more than she already is. I will just finish up and go back home to her. I miss her already.
As soon as the elevator door opens up, I hasten my steps towards the room and push it open, not bothering about breaking the door.
Two men immediately comes at me but I shove them off before facing the bastard sitting on the couch. He has bottles of whiskeys and cigarettes surrounding him. How dare someone like him even dare to look at my wife? I will f**k him u
