Irvin's POV
A call from my brother shattered the quiet—our father stood outside my apartment door.
Without hesitation, I abandoned everything and bolted toward home, anxiety clawing at my chest.
My breathing grew shallow, thoughts spiraling wildly. What the hell was that bastard doing at my place?
I ordered my brother to keep the door locked no matter what and stay on the line.
Even through the phone, I could hear the violent pounding against my door.
"Shit!" I cursed, slamming my foot down on the accelerator.
Speed became irrelevant. Traffic lights blurred past. Laws meant nothing. I had one goal.
I had to reach them before that man crossed a line he couldn't uncross.
My hands shook as I parked and rushed from the car. The elevator crawled upward at a torturous pace. Each tick of time stretched endlessly.
The doors slid open.
