Nikolai
King doesn't take my offer of letting me help him calm down. Instead, he just destroys the meeting room. I watch in tense silence, swirling a glass of whiskey, the sound of his fists slamming against the walls ringing in my ears.
Fuck. Every second we're in here while Alyssa's out there with him feels like a thousand knives twisting in my gut. But King? He's on a rampage, tearing through the room like the f*****g Hulk. Gray was right—King would've ended up arrested or killed out there, and I can't lose him. The only reason I'm okay letting the woman I love be out there without us is because I know Gray and War aren't going to let anything happen to her.
I cringe as King destroys Gray's chair. Yeah, Gray's not gonna love that, but it's better than King pummeling Isaac like this
