Damien
"This bastard! This f*****g bastard!"
The sound of wood splitting echoed as the glass ashtray I'd hurled smashed across the desk, scattering shards onto the floor. Rage burning hot in my veins. My men stood rooted in place, their eyes down, fear clear in their stiff postures.
How the f**k was this possible? Ethan. That smug bastard. He'd gotten ahold of the drugs, pulled them right from under me like it was child's play. We had everything lined up perfect timing. Yet he still sniffed it out. Outsmarted us. Outsmarted me.
I slammed my palm down hard against the desk. I kicked the chair in front of me, sending it toppling across the room.
"I need to f*****g teach this bastard a lesson," I roared, the words echoing off the walls.
One of my men finally pushed forward. "Boss... I
