~~Five months later~~
Damon Knight's P.O.V:
"I'm sorry." Confessed Rob, lowering his head as if he didn't deserve looking into his big brother's eyes for failing him.
Looking ahead into his brown orbs from my files, I asked, slamming my fists into the teak, "From when have you been doing this Rob? You know why you're the second in command, don't you? Not because you're my favorite, it's what you deserve. Where the f**k is that caliber now? Did you even try reaching out to her?" My voice turned deadly, the freaking anger rising in me.
If it was somebody else in his place, he'd be dead by now. My hands itching to have his head. He should thank his heavens for being my favorite brother.
How dare she?
She is f***
