Forren
Keeping my hands in my pockets, I walked out of the hospital with my head held high, even though every part of me wanted to turn back and head straight to his VIP room just to smash his face in myself and end the entire frustration he had left sitting in my chest.
I couldn't believe the old man wasn't dead, and worse, he had me running around doing errands for him while Orkan continued to manage his empire as though nothing had changed at all, as though everything was still perfectly under control despite the chaos underneath.
It was a secret that Orkan was the heir, and I was simply meant to support him, to stand behind him and make sure he made no mistakes, like some kind of shadow placed there to catch every fall before it happened.
What was I? A fucking guard dog?
The more I thought about it, the more the fury inside me built, tightening my jaw and burning through my patience until all I wanted was to go back and end the old man myself without hesitation.
