Mir settled his hand over Xavier’s shoulder and motioned him to calm down and step back.
Meanwhile, Vector shoved Angela into a chair, blissfully ignoring the way she whined and abused. His men took their places, girdling them in a circle, their guns aimed at her.
Now that Xavier wasn’t holding his gun out, and appeared a wee bit relaxed, Mir recognized it as his chance to take control of the situation. Not that the situation had ever gone out of his hand, per se, but with Xavier stepping back, he knew he wouldn’t get a second chance to make things go according to how he wanted. Angela had caught on to Xavier’s weakness, he was easily triggered in the state of mind he was in, and Mir was sure she could try to use it against them.
“Forget about Julie,” Mir laid his shoe over the handrest
