DAMIAN’S POV
“Over?” I scoffed.
“Nah, baby. It’s not over until I say so. it’s not over until I take my own pound of flesh.”
I was already moving before my brain even caught up, my boots eating up the grass.
The music and laughter faded behind me like someone had turned the volume down on the whole damn world.
All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears and the memory of every tear she’d ever cried because of that piece of trash.
Lucky for me, Henry was still out in the driveway, making a goddamn scene.
Lydia and Vivian were trying to stuff him into the back of the car like a toddler throwing a tantrum, except this toddler was thirty-something, drunk on his own humiliation, and still whining Cindy’s name like it was going to save him.
Martin was already posted up by the dr
