William lounged in his living room, laughing loudly at the TV, a drink in hand, completely at ease.
The doorbell rang.
He glanced toward the door but ignored it, chuckling again at the movie playing.
The doorbell rang again
William lounged in his living room, laughing loudly at the TV, a drink in hand, completely at ease.
The doorbell rang a second time, more insistent.
William groaned, annoyed. "Who the hell could that be?"
He stood up, muttering under his breath, and walked to the door.
The moment he opened it, he froze.
Standing before him was a tall, broad-shouldered man—expression unreadable, eyes cold.
"William Malrick?" The man asked.
William blinked, confused. "Yeah...?"
The man smirked. "Hmm."
Then, without warning, he threw a punch—fast and brutal.
It landed squarel
