HIRAM’S POV:
After deleting the message, I leave the room, making my way downstairs. Then I find my way to the basement, where Alex’s guys are carrying out the instructions I gave.
As I step through the door leading to the basement, my fists tighten at my sides. I descend the stairs with my mind replaying June’s trembling voice, and all I can think of is how lucky Victor is that Juniper needed me tonight. If not, I would be the one hammering my fists into his stupid face until I exhaust the hurt in my chest. It would never be the same as Alex’s men doing it because with me, I may not know when to stop, and I would only send him to his grave early.
The air grows heavier with every step, and the scent of damp stone mingles with blood—Victor’s blood, and this only lightens my mood a bit as
