"Greg, please, let him go!" Cammy's voice trembled as she clung to his arm, her desperation slicing through the tension like a blade.
But Greg was deaf to her pleas. His fury was a storm, unchecked and merciless, as his fist crashed into Duncan's face once more. The sickening thud echoed through the office, each blow fueled by an anger so raw it was almost tangible.
Cammy tightened her grip, pressing herself against him, her voice now barely above a whisper. "Greg, baby... please. Take me away from here."
And just like that, it was as if the world had stopped.
Greg's fist, poised to strike again, froze in midair. Her words, her voice—a soft, delicate plea—washed over him like a spell, breaking through the haze of his wrath. His breath hitched, and in an instant, his gaze shifted from Duncan's bruised face to Cammy's tear-streaked one.
