Michael's POV
The pounding music vibrated through the floor as I cut through the crowd, my focus locked on one thing. Allyson stood near the bar, pressed against some stranger who had his hands all over her. Rage burned through my veins like liquid fire.
I reached them in moments, shoving the man backward with enough force to send him reeling. "Keep your hands off her or you'll answer to me," I snarled, my voice cutting through the noise like a blade.
Before Allyson could protest, I swept her up and threw her over my shoulder. Her startled cries were lost in the chaos of music and cheering patrons who seemed to think this was all part of the entertainment.
The stranger recovered his balance and stepped forward, puffing out his chest like some peacock. One look at my face made him reconsider. "She belongs to me," I growled, the warning clear in my tone.
He raised his palms in defeat, mumbling something about not wanting problems before melting back into the crowd of dancers.
