Han's POV
I stood there, staring at the CCTV feed, my heart sinking with each passing second.
Then, I saw it. Tyler.
The bastard was snitching. Walking straight into my room like he owned the place, taking that goddamn chip from me.
My blood ran cold.
He was my closest bodyguard. The one guy who'd bled for me. Taken bullets for me. And now, this?
I trusted him.
I trusted him.
A bitter laugh escaped me, but it didn't feel like me. It felt hollow—like a broken kid in a man's body, watching the world crumble around him.
I shivered, feeling every ounce of betrayal wash over me. Never trust anyone, I reminded myself. But damn, this hurt more than I ever thought possible.
Tyler? I never saw it coming.
But now? I swear to God, when I find him, I'll break every single bone in his body. Piece by piece.
And whoever put that damn witch's curse on me? I'll kill her myself. Because why? Why is everybody I trust evil? Why does everyone I LET IN turn out to be a monster?
