C156 Two days ago: he’s not who you thought he was.

The car drive home was silent. I sat frozen, afraid to shift.

Dontrell’s knuckles whitened around the wheel while I sat beside him. His men trailed behind us—this was the first time I would see him driving himself, and he drove like an angry madman. His jaw clenched, eyes burning ahead. He hadn’t said a word to me since we left the courthouse. Fury radiating off him like fire