Tristan's POV
I stood rooted in my spot, minutes after the car had driven out of Valentina's compound. I had no idea why, but I just couldn't bring myself to pull my gaze away from the gate. Maybe, just maybe, a small part of me couldn't help but wish that they would come back.
Maybe her dad would come back into her compound and announce that all of that was a prank, however twisted and absurd that might sound.
It wasn't until after a couple of minutes had passed did reality set in. She was really gone. The vehicle was far gone and Valentina wasn't coming back.
Shit.
I fisted my hand by my side, which was nothing short of a failed attempt to keep my anger in chrck. I knew myself too well to actually believe that that was what I needed to calm down. In fact, all I needed to blow u
