Chapter 10

I finished that lavish dinner alone. As I was leaving, a figure caught my eye. It was Jane. She seemed completely drunk, stumbling with unsteady steps. A pair of clammy hands wrapped around her waist. She pushed back weakly, though her words were sharp. "Who the hell are you? Get off me. Don't touch me!" Just as the man was about to drag her into a private room, I grabbed her arm. She seemed too drunk to have any sense left. The creepy middle-aged man's tone turned hostile when I intervened. "Who are you?" "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is who she is," I said. "You've heard of the Graham family, haven't you?" "Graham, shmaham. Mind your own business." He reached out to shove me. I was about to stumble backward when Owen, who'd been silent behind me this whole time, caught me. He moved in front of me without a word. His fist landed squarely on the sleazy jerk's face, fast and brutal. The commotion was loud enough to alert the restaurant manager. He hurried over, his f