Chapter 162

Oliver's POV I figured it was the realization that he had lost Maya for good that finally pushed Damien to fight. He lunged at me, swinging for my face, but his form was sloppy. He wasn’t a real fighter, just a man letting rage guide his fists. I sidestepped easily, watching him unravel. I glanced at Gabriel and Ashton, mildly surprised. Did Damien even realize how exposed his pack was right now? Or had he stopped caring altogether? It had been a while since I truly let loose. Normally, I leave the heavy lifting to the team during missions. But make no mistake, I am the Grim Reaper Damien thinks I am. And what better reason to fight than putting three arrogant bastards in their place? They earned this, every second of it. And it’s going to be my pleasure to give them the beating they deserve. I had gone too easy on Trey before, only because I didn’t want to put Ashton in an awkward position. But the gloves were off now. Damien and his men were about to learn a very painful lesson. Dami