“Yes!” Deimos roared. His blood was boiling. His hands were shaking.
“Deimos!” Juno shouted.
“God, you f*****g d**k,” Bellen growled. Deimos saw blood drip down his arm. “I thought we were over this!”
Deimos surged forward and grabbed his collar. His body was shaking, ready for a fight. Ready for a m******e. “Did you seriously think I was over what you did to me? You f*****g prick, you made my life a living hell!”
“Get the f**k off me!” He shouted, shoving hard. An elbow bashed into the side of Deimos’ skull and he dropped his grip and stepped back.
“It was one time, Deimos,” Bellen barked.
“f**k you,” Deimos spat. He geared up and punched him again.
He didn’t stop.
Deimos was sitting in front of his screen, avoiding Mira’s horrified stare. His right eye was starting to purp
