DAISY POV
Diesel’s hand felt like the only steady thing in the world as he led me away. My palm still stung from the slap, but the burn was nothing compared to the strange lightness in my chest. It was hard to explain, but it felt as if a piece of the heavy weight I had carried for so long had finally become… smaller.
Behind us, Donald’s ragged breathing mixed with the groans of his fallen men. I don’t know what Diesel did to them, but they were now on their knees, facing the wall with their hands on their heads. I didn’t give them a second glance. I didn’t need to. That chapter of my life was over.
The door to the outer hallway burst open with a loud bang. Hawk stormed in first, gun raised, his face set in hard lines. Five more Storm Vipers followed close behind, their boots heavy on t
