POV: Tristan
The room was silent.
Dead silent.
So quiet that I could hear my own breathing in my ears.
I stood there, staring at the man tied to the chair. My face gave nothing away, but inside—everything was moving fast.
He was smiling.
Actually smiling.
Like this was some kind of game to him.
Like he had just dropped a bomb and was waiting to see how we would react.
No one spoke.
Seconds stretched.
Then minutes.
But it felt like hours.
Until—
“What the f**k is he talking about?”
Conner’s voice broke through the silence, sharp and irritated.
He turned to the twins.
“Zaki… Sami… how hard did you guys hit this motherfucker?”
Neither of them answered.
Conner didn’t wait.
He walked straight up to the man, grabbed him by his shirt, and yanked him forward so they were face
