Authors POV
The tires of the car squeak at a high frequency as Devontè gets out of his car in a hurry slamming the door behind him without mercy. His demeanor, poise, and countenance made it evident that the rage and fury vibrating inside of him was at its peak as he walked toward the shattered glasses that covered his hotel. His anger arose without warning.
Adrian rushed up towards him, his fury ignited by Devontè’s presence, he watched Devontè steadily without uttering a word, enjoying the confusion that sank in Devontè’s eyes. He took a step backward and gripped something.
Devontè turns around noticing him first before catching a glimpse of Silver, seeing the vandalization item close to Silver, he knew it, it had to be her
“Silver!” Devontè growled, his voice echoing like a thunde
