Chapter 29 Not Willing

• Ghost’s POV
• All I see is red. The moment Prince grabs the first guy, I lunge at the other three, fists swinging wildly. Every punch is fueled by pure, unfiltered rage—at them, at myself. The look in Prince’s eyes when they revealed their plan replays in my mind like a cursed loop, driving me forward. I have to get us out. I have to stop this.
• A punch lands hard against my jaw, making me stumble back, but I recover quickly. Reaching out, I snatch a knife from one of them, the sharp edge gleaming as I swing it without hesitation. The blade sinks into a guy’s arm, and he howls in pain. My other hand moves instinctively, gripping another guy by the hair. With all the strength I can muster, I slam his head into the wall, the sickening crack echoing in the room.