Cole's pov
I stopped walking, suppressing the gnawing urge to kill her. It wouldn’t be worth it—not yet. She still had her uses, and there were better ways to punish her. Ways that wouldn’t stain my hands with her blood but would leave her broken in ways far more satisfying.
“Babe, who is it?” a male voice called out from deeper inside the apartment, casual and oblivious to the danger in the air.
I paused, a smirk curling at the corner of my lips. The timing was impeccable.
Jenna’s eyes widened in panic, her breath hitching. “W-wait. Please,” she begged, her voice trembling as though her pleas could stop the storm heading her way. Did she think I would kill her boyfriend? Hah, the thought must have terrified her.
“What?” I asked coldly, narrowing my eyes. Her lips moved, but no words
