Godfrey's POV
The satisfying crack of my knuckles breaking when I had my opponent punched, soothes my rage a little as the light of life suddenly leaves his gray eyes leaving his body nothing but a discarded costume.
“Someone's in a mood!” A familiar voice called out to me as I felt a hand over my shoulders almost immediately. More like a heavy tap.
My eyes rose up to find Nathan glaring at me, and I couldn't help but swallow nervously staring back at him.
“I said, f*****g train. Not have someone killed in the process!” He scowled angrily into my face pointing to the man I’d knocked out a while ago.
“I…” I stuttered almost immediately with my eyes lowered to the floor, unable to meet the eyes of Nathan knowing fully well the result of my actions.
“I didn't mean to have him taken out
