80: Unwelcomed Discoveries

Williams POV.

I stormed into Jessica’s ward, the metallic click of my shoes echoing in the hallway. My bodyguards, stationed just outside, remained vigilant as I pushed through the door. My thoughts were a whirl of guilt and concern; I had been feeling uneasy about her fall and the events that followed. But what I walked into made my blood boil.

In the center of the room, Jessica was holding hands with a man who looked like he’d stepped straight out of a gritty crime movie. His arms were covered in tattoos, a ragged leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders, and his smirk radiated trouble.

The sight was jarring. My fists clenched involuntarily as I took in the scene. “Who the hell is this?” I demanded, my voice low and dangerous, the anger barely contained.

Jessica’s eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up from the man’s hand, her face betraying a hint of discomfort. “This is Don,” she said, her voice strained. “He’s my cousin.”

My eyes flicked back to Don, who stood there w