Chapter 11

Once the crowd cleared out, Maeve tossed the battered bouquet aside and pulled the injured guy into her arms, her face full of worry. "Jules, are you alright? Talk to me, please. Don't freak me out." The crowd was stunned by what she was doing, and they instinctively looked toward Liam. Liam clenched his bleeding hand, gritting his teeth as he watched the scene unfold, his whole body stiff with the heavy, suffocating tension. Ivan Siegel couldn't hold back his anger and started yelling, "Maeve, are you seriously a bitch? Liam does whatever you say and is all in for you, but you keep leading him on, and now you're even hooking up with another guy! What do you take Liam for?" Julian Hawke, the guy resting in Maeve's arms, coughed and weakly assured her he was fine. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief. She choked back the sobs and looked up at Ivan, her eyes full of hatred and resentment they'd never seen from her before. "Me leading him on? Isn't he the one who's been after