f**k the witnesses. This will feel good.
“Timofey!” Piper yells just before security rips Kreshnik out of my hands.
The security guard has five of his buddies with him. They pull me away from Kreshnik and lead the man I’m going to murder down the hallway.
“Calm down,” the guard says. “Relax, man.”
But I can’t relax when the man who killed my son is being escorted to safety.
I look over and Piper is standing next to a guard. The man has his hand on her arm, holding her away from the chaos. Protecting her.
She meets my eyes, and I see a sudden flash of something new. Something vicious.
She nods. “Go get him.”
God, I love this woman.
Without hesitating, I rip away from the security guard holding me, shove a second one back into the crowd, and run headlong through the crowd after Kres
