Noah
I rinsed my trembling hands under the cold water of the bathroom sink, trying to avoid catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My stomach churned at the sight of blood staining my skin, a chilling reminder of what I had just been forced to do.
The scarlet liquid swirled and disappeared down the drain as if carrying away my sins with it. But I couldn't shake off the anger that seethed inside me. Anger towards my father who had ordered this hit, anger towards Mia for being a spoiled brat in need of a harsh lesson. I would have carried out the punishment myself if necessary.
With a deep breath, I turned off the water and dried my hands on a scratchy towel. As I left the bathroom and ascended the stairs to the third floor, I couldn't help but feel a heavy weight on my consci
