Liam's POV
I slumped in the backseat of Thomas's Toyota, my head pounding like a jackhammer against my skull. The city blurred past the window, but I barely noticed it, too consumed by the wreckage Diane had left in her wake.
Holbrook was waiting for me in his office, expression grim as I stormed in. I must have looked like hell—sweat-stained shirt, hair disheveled, face contorted with rage.
"She destroyed my car," I spat before he could even speak. "My fucking car, Holbrook. Shattered the windows. Slashed the tires. Wrote 'FUCKING CHEAT' across the hood in her goddamn lipstick."
Holbrook sighed, gesturing for me to sit. "Take a breath, Liam. Getting worked up won't help matters."
"Won't help?" I slammed my fist on his desk, my voice rising to a shout. "She's systematically destroying everything I've built! First she comes to my office, threatens me in front of everyone, and now this? What's next? Burning down my house?"
"Lower your voice," Holbrook said firmly. "And sit down."
