Chapter 84 His Protective Instincts

• River's POv
• I felt Rico pull out of me hastily, his movements sharp and urgent. He adjusted my panties back into place and zipped his trousers with a speed that only heightened the tension in the air. Once he was done, he lifted me down from the counter with surprising gentleness, his hands briefly brushing against my waist before smoothing my disheveled hair into place.
• Another gunshot echoed through the air, louder this time, and I instinctively gripped his arm, my knuckles turning white. Fear tightened in my chest as I looked up at him, my voice trembling. "Rico, what’s going on? Please don’t go out there."