ALEX'S POV
The scent of blood lingered in the air even as I pulled my shirt collar back for a better look.
Brady.
The name alone made my jaw clench. I had no regrets about what I did. There wasn’t room for mercy when it came to men like him. When I’d heard he was out, I knew it had to be me who handled it. No one else. Now, I could rest knowing he wouldn’t hurt another girl again.
I turned on the faucet and washed off the blood on my collar. I watched the water mix with the faint red as I scrubbed the stain away. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, eyes as hard as stone. No regret. Only satisfaction.
Once the blood was gone, I straightened, adjusted my collar, and headed back to the bedroom.
There she was. Wendy.
She laid on the chaise lounge like she owned the place, s
