POV: Tristan
My foot was pressed hard against the accelerator.
The engine roared as the car tore through the road, dust trailing behind me like smoke. My grip on the steering wheel was tight—very tight—but I didn’t loosen it.
My face was set hard.
Cold.
Like stone.
There was only one thing on my mind.
Christopher Noels.
The moment his compound came into view, I didn’t slow down.
I drove straight through the gates and into the compound like I owned the place.
And in that moment—
I f*****g did.
The car came to a sharp stop near the front.
I didn’t even bother turning off the engine as I got out immediately.
My eyes locked onto the scene ahead.
Connor.
Silas.
Sami.
Zaki.
Danny.
All of them standing there.
And in the middle of them—
Christopher was on his knees.
At gunpo
