Chapter 29. Killer and Savior

Tyler

I stepped back into the penthouse.

No—not a penthouse. A fucking shithole. Sure, most people would kill to be here, surrounded by functioning luxuries, calling it a dream. But for me? This was nothing. A joke compared to what I had. What that piece of shit, Jacob, stole from me. And there was only one way to take it all back. I had to take everything from him. And in this world, if there was anything Jacob Adriano cared about more than his own life, it was her.

Evelyn Fernandez.

The one thing I could never have. The one fucking desire that had ruined me. I didn’t regret what I did—not for a second. One taste of her would’ve been worth losing everything. But I couldn’t have her. And that’s why she had to die.

There were two reasons Evelyn had to die.

One—I couldn’t have her.

Two—her death would be Jacob’s downfall.

And that was more than fucking enough.

I tossed my knife onto the table and stalked over to the counter,