Dos’ Point of View
“f**k, man, what the hell was that?! What happened between you and Sid—why the hell did you go after him like that?” Daniel’s voice sliced through the air as we stormed out of the building, boots crunching against the gravel under the dim city lights.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My fists were still clenched, knuckles raw from earlier. My pulse hadn’t slowed since the moment I saw Sid cornering June, eyes cold and hands twitching like he was about to do something unforgivable.
He touched her. He f*****g touched her.
“Dos!” Daniel called again, grabbing my shoulder, yanking me out of my storming silence. “Talk to me. What the hell happened?!”
I hissed and shrugged off his grip, rage bubbling again just at the memory. “That bastard nearly killed June,” I spat. My voic
