I want to help you
Troy’s POV
I tapped my fingers rapidly on the oak table before me, angry.
“She is no stranger,” I barked, my voice a growl. “Crawl out of this city, Damaris, or I’ll break you and drag you out.”
I ended the call, my blood boiling, my feet pacing around the room. If he thought I was bluffing, I would show him. The text’s sender was my target now. I will find them, record their end, and send the video to Damaris. That would be proof I wasn’t spineless as he thought I was.. He’d gotten lucky, spared for Daphne’s sake, but this fool wouldn’t.
I texted Ambrose, my fingers flying.
Hold off on the apartment. I’m handling it.
I slid into my car, the engine roaring as adrenaline pumped through me. This would be my first kill, the line I’d sworn never to cross, but they’d
