C121 A Brother’s Wrath, A Killer’s Laugh.

The door slammed into the wall with a resounding thud.

Clayton and I didn’t flinch. We knew who it was. But the look on Dontrell’s face twisted my stomach—I’d never seen him like this. His fury was untamed. Deadly. My relief at seeing him lasted only a second before fear clawed its way back.

His heavy footsteps pounded like the warning drum of a storm about to break