Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
The ride back to the mansion was thick with tension, so much so that it seemed to fill the entire car. The weight of what had happened hit me like a forceful shove, and I could not help but feel devastated. There are so many men out there who treat women like they are nothing but trash, and the thought of it makes me feel sick to my stomach.
I sneaked a glance at the man beside me. The Don's face was unreadable, but his body language said otherwise. He was stiff and tense, clearly struggling to contain his anger. Theo, on the other hand, did not ride with us. He stayed behind in the city to handle things. The enraged look on his face before we left was enough to assure me that the old man's future was grim but I could not help but wonder — why did this i
