Chapter 9

• Rolex's POV
• I stood in the kitchen, staring into my black coffee like it held all the answers. The events from yesterday kept replaying in my mind - Mia tied to that pillar, bruises marking her skin, those bastards laughing at her pain. My grip tightened around the mug. What bothered me most wasn't just what happened to her, but how much it affected me.
• The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. Xavier walked in, car keys dangling from his fingers.