Punishment for those who bullied he's woman

Alexander's jaw was clenched as he came out of the car. She looked fragile, her bruised face and torn dress a constant reminder of what she had endured. Her tearful eyes pleaded with him not to leave her alone, but his anger was a roaring fire that couldn't be contained.

"Take her home," Alexander instructed the driver, his voice cold and firm.

Anna reached for his hand, her voice trembling. "Alex, don't go. Please."

He gently pulled his hand away, his stormy gaze softening for a moment. "I need to handle this, Anna. Trust me."

Before she could argue further, he shut the door and signaled for the driver to leave. The car disappeared into the night, leaving Alexander standing alone outside the venue. His heart ached for Anna, but his mind was already calculating his next move.