Kael’s POV
"Not all girls you see can be used to satisfy your s****l needs—your insatiable desire," I say, staring at my gun.
"Boss, I'm sorry. I had no—"
"That's the same excuse you all love to spit out repeatedly. You have no idea? You didn’t know? If you had just stopped to look, it would have been clear she wasn’t one of us."
My voice is calm, too calm. If someone heard me from a distance, they might think I was having a peaceful conversation. But there was nothing peaceful about the way I was speaking.
Jake knew that, so he kept begging, pleading with tears in his eyes.
"I hate having to clean up your mess repeatedly, Jake. When was it? Just last week, you r***d an escort, even after she begged and cried for you to stop." My patience is running thin. I keep glancing at the coffe
