FORTY-SIX | DATE NIGHT PT. 2
Matt
At a little after eight o’clock, I walked up to The Diston as planned. I made sure that my face was covered with murderous rage, which wasn’t hard when I focused on all the pain that Taylor had been out through. I pulled out my phone when I got into the lobby, and after looking at the screen, I went to the elevator and up to the twenty-fifth floor.
From the outside looking in, I was every bit the enraged man who had tracked his fiancé and found her at a hotel with another man. But the fire that was burning in me was fueled by excitement, not rage. I’d finally get my hands on the man who had haunted Taylor for years.
I’d break every bone in his body before we let him die. Break them, allow them to heal, then break them again. He would suffer; there wa
