As the heavy torrents wash over the junkyard, Drake stares pitifully at the limp body of Noah, who lays helpless on the ground…..
Drake's POV~
Panting heavily while I stared down at him, I didn't know if what I felt was pity or disgust. I certainly didn't like his guts one bit but still, killing him when he was this weak didn't seem worth it to me. I hated that he didn't put up much of a fight. I wanted to vent my anger - I wanted to pour it all out… who would have thought he would be this weak now?
“After all the big game you talked, I expected you to put up more of a fight. Looks like you won't get to see your kids after all” I taunted him with a chuckle. I wanted to piss him off. I could tell that he was holding back and I didn't like it. It felt condescending - like he didn't take m
