(Kai’s POV).
The rage simmered in my chest like a volcano ready to erupt.
Lena’s tear-streaked face wouldn’t leave my mind. Her body shaking in Lucas’ arms, her eyes wide with disbelief, shame, and devastation—it had carved itself into my memory like a scar.
How dare someone humiliate her like that in front of the entire stadium? Who had given them the right?
My fists clenched, knuckles white. I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Someone had to pay for this. Someone would pay.
I stormed through the hallway, ignoring the looks of the few staff still lingering backstage. My destination was clear—the control room. Whoever had greenlit that broadcast was going to answer to me.
If they didn’t talk, I’d make them. Threatening, beating, dragging them by the collar—I didn’t care. They’
