Jason's POV
I slammed the glass against the wall, shattering it into a million glittering pieces. I didn't care. I wanted the whole damn place to burn. My hands were shaking, my jaw clenched so tight it ached, but the rage inside me was boiling over and there was no stopping it.
“She humiliated me,” I growled, my voice like broken glass. I could still see Eileen’s face in my mind — the way she looked at me with pity, disgust. As if I was something worthless. As if she was better than me.
Those damned triplets. Kyle, Brett, and Arthur. They were in my way. Always had been. If I wanted to crush Arthur and bring Eileen to her knees, those three had to go first. I could already picture it: their faces twisted in pain, their bodies falling one by one, powerless to stop me. Just imagi
