Chapter 63 COLLISION

NAYA'S P O V

As Raphael led the way off the platform, he ignored the angry chants from the crowd. He tightened his grip on me, shielding me from harm. Just as we were about to take the first step down, Tim blocked our way, making us take a few steps back to the stage when he moved forward.

Raphael’s gaze fixed on him, his jaw twisted, and his hand that wasn’t holding me squeezed into fist. I could feel that he was struggling to hold his temper in check.

I pulled his hand, giving him a warning not to pay attention to Tim, but the urge to slam his fist into Tim’s face was strong within him, fury threatening to blow out of control.

‘‘Who the fuck are you?'’’ Tim growled, his voice as terrifying as ever. His eyes darkened as he threw a death glare towards Raphael's direction. ‘‘You're just one of the customers, so you have no right to interfere in my business, understand?’’