Cyril’s POV
Ella insisted she needed to be the eyes. That she could slip in, unnoticed, and find the ones running this filth. She was reckless, but she was also right. Charging in blindly, tearing everyone apart, would risk the girls’ lives and that's why I have business. So I stayed in the shadows, waiting and watching. That's what I agreed to do because I wanted to see reasons with her.
But it's another story when her ex is here, the bastard moved through the hall like he owned it, his smirk carved from the arrogance of a man who had never paid for his sins. The way his gaze locked onto Ella made my fists clench. I saw her stiffen, tray rattling in her hands, and I knew, whoever he was, he meant something to her.
And despite my own unclear feelings about her, the thought of her still
