Chapter 121

Darren POV

The first shot went wide.

My hand was shaking—rage and adrenaline making my aim terrible. The bullet hit the concrete ten feet from where Storm stood, sparking off the pavement.

“Jesus Christ!” Storm dove behind a car. “Are you insane?”

Yes. The answer was yes. I’d finally crossed the line from control to chaos, and I didn’t care anymore.

“Get out here!” I shouted, my voice echoing across the parking lot. “Face me like a man!”

“You’re shooting at me!”

“You took everything from me!” I moved forward, the gun steady now that the first shot was out. Now that I’d committed. “My wife. My future. My child. You took it all and thought there’d be no consequences.”

“Darren, put the gun down—”

“No.” I was calm now. Eerily calm. Like I’d finally found my purpose. “I spent months planning. Months manipulating. Months playing the long game. And you know what I realized? None of it matters. The contracts, the scandals, the leg