Chapter 94

Dixon's POV

I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the room, the impact rattling the walls. My hand balled into a fist, and I exhaled, my breath ragged and uneven. My shoulders slumped in defeat, and I felt like I could barely move.

“Why did I do it?” I yelled, my voice hoarse and trembling. I stumbled over to the window, bracing myself against the ledge. “Why did I tell him?” I slammed my fist against the wall, the pain shooting through my hand as I cursed myself.

Remembering what happened to those who knew about me, how they all met their demise just because they got to know about me made my heart tighten in fear. I gripped my shirt, staring down at my chest to see that my body had come back to normal.

“I’m fucked up!” I threw my head back, my eyes shut down on their own and I could hear cries of those who had met their demise because of me, their agony cries filled my head, hunting my head.

“Should I ask him to leave the villa? What if… What if the messenger saw