Axel left the old warehouse without looking back.
The metallic scent of blood still coated the air behind him, clinging to his clothes like smoke. He never hesitated. He never regretted it.
But the moment the cold night wind brushed against his skin, something tightened in his chest.
He had killed the men responsible for his wife's accident.
He had watched their lives vanish without a flicker of emotion.
But the one who ordered it all remained free.
Breathing.
Living.
Laughing somewhere.
The thought made Axel's jaw tense until it ached.
This was far from over.
He slid into the backseat of the car. Liam glanced at him through the rearview mirror but said nothing.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the low hum of the engine and the distant noise of the city.
Axel breathed in deeply, trying to release the rage that throbbed in his veins. He needed to focus on Evelyn. She was still in surgery. She was still fighting for her life. And he wasn't there.
