Chapter 23

Justice

Pov: Winston

I knocked twice on the door and waited until the person in the upscale apartment opened up.

The door creaked open, just an inch, the occupant of the household was alert and cautious.

Well he had every fucking right to be.

His blonde hair popped through the creak, blue eyes widened and froze over at me and he moved to shut the door.

I placed my feet between the door and the door jamb, effectively stopping him from shutting the door.

I shoved the door open, forcing my way into the apartment.

He glared at me, following behind me as I found my way into the posh, sophisticated living room and sat comfortably, sinking into the plosh light blue couch.

He stood a distance away from me, his face livid but his stance uncomfortable. He was holding an ice pack to his temple. His face had healed from most of the bruises we dealt on him on Saturday.

Curse Gwyn and her gentle heart. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him myself and slice his throat with my claw and