Derrick's POV
Nathan was on his knees.
Right there, in the center of the courtyard. Kamari stood behind him, and the sight of him made my blood boil. He had no business being near Nathan.
Nathan was my slave — the one I used to sort myself out. That was his only purpose to me. He had no right to meet with anyone else.
Kamari looked at him with worry in his eyes, and that concern made my skin crawl.
Not on my watch. That will never happen.
The air was thick with tension. All I felt was anger. Everyone had their eyes on us. They didn't know what I would do next, but I did. I knew exactly what I needed to prove — especially to the man standing behind Nathan.
I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. Nathan looked up at me from where he knelt. His eyes were glossy, but I couldn't tell if he was about to cry or not.
I stared down at him and said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Oh? I can do whatever I want with you?"
