Chapter 155. The Gun Went Off

Jeremy’s POV

Zayne said nothing, but his expression turned to stone. I glanced at the gun in my hand, then at Teyana. Guilt wedged through me. She looked so tired, so weak, like she could collapse anytime soon. I couldn’t wait to get her out here, yet, I couldn’t risk any stupid action.

Chris wasn’t stupid. His gun was still pointed at her, even though he was talking to Zayne.

“You know,” he said slowly, pacing the space between us with the gun still trained on Teyana, “you both always did this. Made me the third wheel. I was always there—but never really there. You never paid attention to me.”

“That’s not true,” Zayne said firmly. “Chris, you know that isn’t true.”

“Shut your damn mouth!” Chris roared, swinging the gun toward him. “Just shut up!”

The room vibrated with his rage. The air felt charged, brittle—like anything could shatter it.

“Don’t shoot him, Chris. Please.” I begged.

“This ends here,” Chris continued, breathing