Tyrell's POV
The warehouse was quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made you hyper-aware of every breath, every heartbeat. I stood in the shadows, my back against the cold metal wall, waiting for Cathy to return. The air was thick with tension, not just from the confrontation with Gina earlier, but from the weight of everything that had been left unsaid between Cathy and me. I could feel it, like a storm brewing on the horizon, ready to break.
I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the way Gina had looked at me, like I was some kind of monster. Not that I blamed her. To her, I probably was. A towering figure with eyes that glowed faintly in the dark, a presence that radiated danger, I wasn’t exactly the kind of guy you brought home to meet the family. But it wasn’t h
