Bruce
I pushed him again, this time a little harder, causing him to stumble down two stairs—specifically, just two steps—before he glared at me.
“You’ll regret this,” he said. “I promise you. All of you.”
For some odd reason, I stopped and stared at his eyes. They were burning with hate, anger, and a promise. I knew those eyes. I was familiar with them. I had seen them for a long time—the longest time in my life, I had dealt with eyes like those. I turned my face away, uncaring. He didn’t have the means or the conviction to carry out whatever revenge was brewing in his heart.
“Please,” I said out loud. “Try it. I would like to see it. Make me kneel, boy.”
I turned and headed towards his father’s office to find Maloney on his feet with a faint smile on his face.
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