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Chapter 112- No mercy

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Sylvester POV

The moment the hospital doors slid shut behind me, my composure shattered.

I stalked toward my car like a man walking to an execution—except I was the executioner. My jaw ached from how tightly it was clenched, my chest burning with a rage so volatile it demanded release. Ethan’s face replayed in my mind on a vicious loop. The defiance in his eyes. The way his hands had trembled—not with fear, but with restraint.

Restraint.

That was what cut the deepest.

I slammed into the driver’s seat and shut the door hard enough to rattle the windows. The silence inside the car was thick, suffocating. My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel, leather creaking under the pressure. For a long second, I just sat there, breathing like a caged animal.

Then I screamed.

A raw, furious sound tore from my throat as I punched the steering wheel again and again, pain shooting up my arm, welcome and sharp. The dashboard shook under my blows.

That ungrateful bastard.

Ethan Monroe—no, Ethan n
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