[Nadia’s POV]
I storm to my car, and once I’m inside, I punch the steering wheel again and again until my knuckles begin to drip with blood and pain races up my arms in an attempt to calm me from the fiery rage that has taken over.
“That b***h!” I growl, remembering the way Rosco’s precious wife acted with him. “You won’t be acting so smug for long.”
Letting out a growl, I reach for the ignition but stop as the sounds of moans and grunts reach me. f**k! Were they really sitting there f*****g right after I left? I couldn’t take it, and I wouldn’t. If Rosco wasn’t mine, he wouldn’t be anyone's, and if that meant that I had to eliminate any and all obstacles, I was willing to do it.
Revving the car to life, I speed out and head straight for Byron’s office. That b***h, Denali, had to have
