Chapter 137

• Nathan’s POV
• The second Theo moves toward the bedroom with her, Mark snaps. He lunges, all teeth and desperation, but I’m already moving. I crash into him, slamming his chest against the wall hard enough to rattle the frame of the door. He grunts and throws an elbow backward that cracks against my jaw.
• “Fuck off!” he snarls, eyes wild. “Who the fuck do you think you are, barging into my apartment and putting your hands on what’s mine?”