West closed the door behind him. "I had to deal with the problem you sent me to deal with."
Angel Trigger took another sip. "And?"
"Dealt with."
"Good."
West eyes narrowed as he stared at the back of his head.
"How much longer?"
Angel Trigger finally turned. "What?"
"This," West gestured around the room. "These errands. The games. The humiliation."
A smirk slowly formed on Angel Trigger's face. "Are you getting tired, West?"
West ignored the question. "You said you'd release them."
"I said I would."
"And you haven't."
Angel Trigger placed his glass down. "Of course I haven't released them yet."
His smile widened. "I haven't had enough fun with you."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop as West's eyes hardened.
Angel Trigger smirked. "You see, every time I look at you, I remember my brother."
The amusement disappeared from his expression and his eyes turned cold. "Matthew lying in that hospital bed. His body broken. Surgery after surgery after surgery."
