HENRY POV
Nobody messes with my family and gets away with it. Nobody.
The words left my mouth like a promise carved in stone. My voice was calm, steady, but beneath it ran a current of violence waiting for release.
I sat back in the leather seat of my car, eyes fixed on the window. The city lights smeared across the glass as we moved through the night—bright neon blurring with shadows, like blood dripping into water.
Especially not in this city. My city.
“Henry,” Ghost said from beside me, his tone cautious. “So what happened? Nick told you everything?”
I didn’t turn to him immediately. Instead, I watched the buildings slip by, one after the other, as if the city itself was holding its breath, waiting for what I was about to do. Finally, I spoke.
“Yes. He told me.” My voice was low
