Chapter Sixty Four

Justin’s POV

"Justin, this isn’t..." I never got to hear what Ayva was trying to say before my fist connected with his jaw. The impact sent him staggering back, almost losing his balance.

"Stop!" Ayva shrieked. "Justin, stop." Ayva grabbed my arm, trying to hold me back, but I brushed her away and landed another blow to his jaw.

I never would've thought that the bastard was still alive. After he'd tried to ruin my life.

I clenched the front of his shirt with one hand before deliverin' g another punch to his jaw. Behind me, Olivia and Ayva were screaming, trying to intervene, but I was too consumed by rage to pay them any mind. He made the whole world believe he was dead, and I was ready to send him straight back to hell where he truly belonged.

I tackled him to the ground, bones crunching, flesh tearing, and blood dripping. He didn't even try to fight back, which only fueled my anger even more. But as soon as my eyes locked onto his left arm, I froze. There was something strange about