Ashton walked closer to watch it. His expression darkened as he saw Allen Morris throw Railer over the fence. Shock and fury flashed in his eyes. "That bastard… How could anyone do this to Railer?"
By 5 a.m., the Wilson family cars sped through the streets of Easthan, ready for vengeance.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Chantelle broke into a small apartment. She covered her face with a mask.
She moved silently through the dark space until she reached the bedroom.
The man she was looking for was asleep.
A smirk crossed her lips. Without hesitation, she grabbed him and yanked him awake.
He gasped, struggling in her grip. Ignoring his panicked pleas, she dragged him into the living room and threw him onto the coffee table. The glass top shattered beneath him.
Allen groaned in pain. He pushed himself up, reaching for the light switch. As the room lit up, his breath hitched.
