Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 272

“I don’t hit women. Otherwise, you’d be dead a dozen times over by now.” Mogan barely glanced at her as she clutched her stomach in pain, completely indifferent. The only person who mattered to him was Violet.

“I’m warning you—while I’m still willing to talk calmly, do the smart thing and apologize to Violet. Maybe I’ll let this slide. But if you cross the line again, I won’t hold back.”

“Go to hell,” Amelia cursed inwardly, but she knew better than to go head-to-head with Mogan right now. There was no way she could overpower him. She needed to get back to the car, lock herself in, and call the police.

She moved forward, but Mogan grabbed her arm again. “Are you deaf? I said, apologize to Violet!”

Amelia yanked herself free. Mogan’s patience snapped, and he tightened his grip, ready to drag her back. Just as his hand was about to seize her, another hand shot out—pale, steady, and strong—clamping down on Mogan’s wrist.

Amelia looked up and saw Robert.

“Go wait in the car,” Robert said, his voice cool and even. But when he looked at Amelia, his eyes softened. “Let me handle this.”

Amelia knew she’d only get in the way if she stayed. She slipped into the car without hesitation.

Robert wasn’t the type to settle things with brute force. He didn’t restrain Mogan for long. Mogan’s face was tight with anger as he drew back, fists clenched, taking a fighter’s stance.

“You shouldn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Robert didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he took a step back. “A grown man, picking on a woman in broad daylight? As a man, that’s just pathetic.”

Mogan sneered. “You don’t know the whole story. If you did, you wouldn’t be so quick to judge Amelia.”

“And if you really knew Amelia, you wouldn’t say things like that,” Robert shot back.

Mogan’s patience shattered. He moved in, ready to throw a punch, but Robert simply pointed upward at a security camera nearby.

“We’re less than a mile from the research institute. The National Safety Association has people in the area. Amelia’s in the car—she can call them any second. You want to assault a government researcher? Unless you’re squeaky clean, you’re just asking for the NSA to dig through your entire life.”

Mogan’s hand froze in midair. He dabbled in both legal and less-than-legal businesses; there was no way he’d pass a background check.

Frustrated, he had no choice but to back off. But before he left, he shot Amelia a murderous glare through the car window.

Robert circled around and got in the passenger seat. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“I’m fine.”

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