Gorilla
I was never a patient man and today was no different.
The room was already shaking with my voice before I even realized I had raised it again. The concrete walls of the warehouse did nothing to swallow the sound—only threw it back at me, harder, uglier, like even the building itself was tired of listening.
The idiot in front of me didn't move.
He just stood there.
Head slightly bowed.
Hands locked behind his back like some disciplined soldier when in reality he was nothing but a glorified street thug I had picked up because I needed bodies that could follow simple instructions.
My eye twitched.
The missing one always did that when I got angry—like the empty socket remembered pain even when my brain didn't want to.
"What do you mean you had no idea Nico was going to visit him!" I barked, stepping forward.
My voice filled the space completely.
Every man in the room went still.
Even the ones pretending to clean their weapons stopped moving.
