Chapter 2 - THE PROTECTOR
Across the crowded ballroom, Marcus froze.
Impeccably built in a tailored black tuxedo, his shaved head gleamed beneath the grand chandeliers.
His dark eyes snapped toward the crying child, the muscle in his jaw clenching with violent force.
He turned, his heavy leather dress shoes striking the marble in long, purposeful strides.
The surrounding guests pulled their chairs back, whispering behind silk napkins as he cut through the crowd.
Marcus reached his daughter in seconds, dropping heavily to his knees on the hard stone floor.
He reached out, his large, calloused hands gathering the frail girl into his broad chest.
"I've got you, Lily," Marcus growled softly, wrapping his tuxedo jacket around her shoulders.
Lily threw her small arms around her father's neck, her sobs muffling against his collar.
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Her tiny fingers gripped his lapel with desperate strength.
"Daddy..." she hiccuped, her voice shaking violently.
