Andre's POV
The fury radiating from Meryl was like nothing I had ever witnessed before. She stalked across our bedroom floor like a caged predator, her entire body vibrating with uncontrolled rage.
"I need to make them pay myself," she snarled through gritted teeth, her hands curled into tight fists at her sides. Every muscle in her frame was coiled tight, ready to spring into violent action.
I watched her carefully, recognizing the dangerous edge she was teetering on. The woman I loved was seconds away from completely losing herself to the darkness inside her.
"Meryl, you need to breathe," I said quietly, taking a cautious step toward her. "My guys already handled it. They made those bastards talk before they finished them off."
But my words weren't reaching her. She was trapped inside her own storm of vengeance, her breathing shallow and erratic. Her eyes burned with a fire that threatened to consume everything in its path.
