Chapter 55

• RICHARD'S POV
• I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the empty hallways of my house. I could barely think straight, let alone figure out my next move. I couldn't believe the nerve of my former partner. How could he? How could Henderson sink so low?
• My mind churned with thoughts of retribution, every muscle in my body tense with the need for action. The smug bastard thought he could get away with ruining me, with dragging everything I had built through the mud. But he was sorely mistaken.