'Juan Moss...'
Aren was travelling back to his hotel, sitting in the back seat of his taxi, when his emotions, which he had been suppressing until now, began to surface.
His face contorted in anger.
'Just what wrong did I commit to deserve this?'
'Why am I betrayed by everyone I trusts?'
'I treated Juan like a younger brother, and still, he betrayed my trust in the blink of an eye.'
'...did he get threatened like the other bodyguards?'
'Would it… change anything even if he did get threatened?'
'In the end, I died because of him. If he hadn't betrayed me, could Neil have been able to kill me?'
'Of course not!'
'Neil only had two bodyguards that night.'
'If Juan didn't betray me, the one to die wouldn't have been me, but Neil instead!'
'I cannot forgive him!'
'Never!'
'He needs to suffer the consequences for his betrayal.'
Veins popped on Aren's forehead as he clenched his fists.
'I'll ruin him!'
'I'll show him despair!'
'I'll make him regret ever betraying me!'
