It was early in the morning when Devyn appeared at the office holding a box in his hand. He shoved past Nicoli as he slammed Damon's door open, hitting the wall with a loud crash. Damon stood with a sly smile on his face, "Why, Devyn, aren't you angry this morning. Why don't you have a seat?" He pointed to the chair in front of him nonchalantly.
Devyn raged, "Don't act so smug. You knew I'd come here when you sent me this." He threw the box on his desk, and it opened, revealing the tattoo that had been cut off. “What do you have to say about this?”
To which Damon laughed and closed the box, "Pitty isn't. He foolishly thought I would let him go. Roll up your sleeve, Devyn." He ordered.
“Are you making hits on the family now?” Devyn replied bitterly.
“When the family makes a move agains
