Chapter 72. Waiting

“We are here, and we’ll keep going.”

Eddie hadn’t moved from the chair since he started watching the broadcast. The TV showed the Oakley Corp’s gala on a loop. His eyes were stuck to watching that damn cripple limp on the stage with his fellow sinner at his side…. Well, he couldn’t call him a cripple anymore, seeing that he is now on his feet. The applause reached into his new hotel room and made his skin crawl.

And there was his Rosie smiling and clapping, looking so damn happy.

Flash after flash.

“Fuck!” he hissed to the screen. He jabbed the remote until the same moment replayed. He tore out the inside of his mouth until he tasted copper as he looked at Myla’s face, bright and soft.

She looked like she’d fallen deeper into their hands. He wasn’t even sure if she could be saved anymore.

Eddie’s hands shook with rage, his jaw locked. “How dare they,” he muttered. “How dare they take her and now flaunt her in my face?”

He threw the