Chapter 183
DOMINIC
Eliza was the queen of bell–there was no other explanation. She wasn’t just wicked, she reveled in chaos. And now, she’d come for Faith. That much was clear. Standing there, my fists clenched at my sides, my nails biting into my palms, I fought to keep my rage in check. My head throbbed, and my chest felt tight with the weight of it all. Faith had endured enough, and I’d allowed this to happen. This was on me.
I banged my head against the cold wall, shaking with pent–up anger. How could I have been so blind? So stupidly idiotic? Faith’s face was in my head now
-how she’d been in pain and tired, and that blank look in her eyes. The memory twisted my gut.
Anthony’s voice cut through the silence. “Dom,
“Don, you good, man? You’re freaking me the me out.”
I turned, taking a deep breath, trying to shake off the storm brewing Inside. “I want to see the witnesses now,” I said firmly, my voice low and deliberate. “Every second wasted is another second Faith spends in this mess.
Anthony nodded, hearing the urgency in my tone. He didn’t argue, didn’t waste time. “I’ve got them secured at the safe house. I’ll take you there now,”
“Good,” I snapped before turning to Alex. “I need every piece of surveillance footage from this house. Bedrooms, hallways, wherever. I want every damn second.”
Alex smirked, his expression a mix of satisfaction and determination. “Gladly. It’s about time we handled this.”
He didn’t need to know why I’d been so adamant about upping the surveillance the day Eliza showed up. Call it instinct or paranoia, but I’d known she would stir up trouble. What I hadn’t predicted was how adept she’d been at twisting everything around so that Faith bore the brunt of it. This was my burden to bear, my problem to navigate–not hers.
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