Chapter 122. Woman Down

Eliana

“What is he doing here?” My voice was a breathy whisper. I tried to push back the horrific memories of the assault that threatened to resurface.

“That is a question for him to answer,” Esteban said softly. Lifting an eyebrow, he asked, “You know him?”

I didn’t know how to respond to the question. I mean, we did not know each other—not really—but worst of all, he had tried to force himself on me.

“He’s a monster,” I bit out.

“Really?” Esteban took a few strides closer to Ashton, crouched down, and leaned forward. “What did you do, Dexter?” He spat the last name with pure disgust.

Ashton scooted farther back to avoid the Don’s piercing gaze, his lips pressed tightly together.

Esteban swung his arm fast as lightning, his fist slamming directly into Ashton’s jaw. The crack echoed loudly through the room—if you could even call this place a room.

“When I ask a question, I expect an answer immediately,” his voice was dangerously