"I was just defending myself." Tristan said out loud as he sat in his truck. That was the truth but he still felt guilty. It wasn't because he had gotten into a fight with Nick and his crew. It wasn't even because JC, the muscle head of the three, was in the hospital with a few broken ribs.
Tristan felt guilty because, when he was choking the life out of Nick it felt invigorating. So much so, that he hadn't wanted to stop. He hated Nick for what he did to Cianne, and getting his hands on the worthless bastard was something he had wanted since she confided in him.
It felt good to give in to the old Tristan again, but he knew that it was wrong.
Unsure of what he was going to do about it, Tristan got out of his truck and walked to Cianne's front door. He planned to surprise her with his pr
