Hailey’s POV
The first thing I did when we returned to the city wasn’t to rest, or breathe, or even check in with Ryan and Roy.
No.
I went to see my father.
I didn’t tell either of them where I was going. They would have stopped me, questioned me, hovered over me like shadows tied to my ankles. And I didn’t need shadows today. I needed fire.
I had already been given enough power to burn through anyone who stood in my way. Ryan handed me influence. Roy handed me resources. Their world handed me the kind of weapons that didn’t need bullets.
And right now? I didn’t give a single f**k about consequences.
If Brighton had even touched a thread of what happened to my mom—and deep down I knew he did—he was going to pay ten times more than he ever imagined. They all thought they were unstopp
