Sydney James
“Winter!” I called out after my best friend as she ran up the stairs.
“I’m going to f*****g kill him,” Wyatt growled, and then he was gone. I rushed out the front door behind him.
“Tristan,” he yelled before he punched him in the face. “That’s for hurting my sister,” he spat as Tristan lost his balance and hit the side of his car.
“What the f**k is your problem?” Tristan muttered as he braced himself against the vehicle. I ran in front of Wyatt to stop him from doing anything more that could get him into trouble. Tristan was a lawyer and could make his life hell.
“Please, stop,” I placed my hands on his hard chest. His fists were clenched, and his breathing was hard.
“Stay the hell away from her.” He warned.
“Mind your f*****g business,” Tristan righted himself and spat
