4:02 a.m.
Liam drove fast.
Too fast.
The streets blurred under the rain.
His grip on the wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white.
Ethan. His own cousin. Blood. Family. Betrayal.
It burned through his chest like acid.
His father was lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life.
And Ethan?
Ethan was probably sipping coffee somewhere, thinking he’d won.
Not tonight.
Liam pressed the gas harder.
******
At the Hospital – ICU
Ethan stood outside Richard’s room, eyes cold.
A nurse passed by, her steps quick, her gaze avoiding his.
Smart girl.
He leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone.
A text lit up the screen.
Unknown Number: “Liam’s coming for you.”
Ethan smiled.
Good.
He wanted this.
He wanted Liam angry.
Sloppy.
Predictable.
Because when were p
