Chapter 1 - Psychic

"I won't allow anyone to touch you!" he growled, his piercing eyes practically burning with passion.
"But why?" My voice barely came out above a whisper.
"Because you're mine and I lo-", but it was too late. The gunshot already went off.

You know that feeling where the hairs on the back of your neck stand up? The one where you are certain someone is watching you. Brenna has always had this feeling her whole life but it didn't start causing trouble for her until that night. Because of one night her life would now be filled with fighting, guns, bad guys, drama, gangs and a whole lot of hot guys.

NOTE: This is the rewritten version of the story I previously wrote "My Protective Stalker".