Seeing another woman kissing him shouldn’t hurt this much. God, she was an idiot.

A dark SUV screeched to a halt beside her.

She slowed, her brows drawing together. The doors flung open and two men leaped out.

“That’s her,” one muttered.

What the hell?

Before Harlow could say anything, one of them grabbed her. “Hey, what do you—?”

The other grabbed her hair, yanking it back hard.

Harlow screamed. The men started shoving her toward the idling SUV.

Shouts echoed down the sidewalk. Please let Easton still be there. He’d come for her. He’d help her.

If these men got her in the car…

She had to stall them.

Harlow stomped her heel down on one man’s foot. He cursed.

She elbowed the other one, and he yanked her hair harder. His elbow collided with her cheekbone and she saw stars.

“Ow.” Her eyes watered. Anger exploded inside her, and she turned her head and bit the man’s forearm.

He yelped and shoved her. Then he punched her hard in the stomach.

Harlow flew back and landed on her ass. God, that really, really hurt. She wrapped an arm around her middle, fighting back the need to vomit.

Easton sprinted into the fray.

He landed a hard punch to the man who’d hit her. The man’s head jerked back. With a low roar, he charged at Easton.

Harlow’s heart was beating so hard that her chest hurt. Easton’s face was set, hard like stone. Almost as scary as Vander.

Easton’s next moves were so fast and brutal.

He landed a punch to the man’s gut, dodged the guy’s fist, then rammed a vicious elbow into the man’s face.

The second man rushed in.

“Easton, watch out!” she yelled.

Without missing a beat, Easton pivoted and kicked the second man hard. The man flew back and collided with the concrete. He let out a low groan.

Oh, God. God. Harlow rose on shaky legs, watching the fight with her heart in her throat.

Easton was a badass.

The first guy reached under his jacket and pulled out a gun.

All the air rushed out of Harlow. She tried to scream.

Easton turned and kicked the handgun out of the man’s fingers. The guy stumbled, and Easton kicked the gun away, sending it skittering well out of range.

“Fuck,” one man bit out.

“You got more?” Easton asked darkly.

The SUV’s engine gunned.

Suddenly, the two men sprinted for the vehicle. They dived inside and as it roared away, its tires screeched.

Oh, God. God.

She watched the taillights disappear into the darkness.

Easton strode toward her and Harlow flew at him.

Then she was in his arms.

“God. God.”

“Are you okay?” He held her to him, his arms tight.

“Yes…I think so.”

She was now. He was so warm and hard and strong. She clung tighter.