UNKNOWN POV
I sip a glass from my wine. I looked at Gruven for the third time today, because all he does is stare at me.
"What is it?" I asked annoyed.
"When are we gonna strike? My freaking brother is dead because of them!" Gruven said, sounding impatient.
"Don't worry. We're just waiting for the right time." I said patiently.
"What freaking right time?! We buried my brother few weeks ago! I fucken wanna cut off the bastard's head!" He yells with the thick Russian accent.
In a swift move, i had my hands around his neck.
"Easy tiger. Easy, and watch your tone. You think I don't know what I'm doing? I'm searching for their weakest point that will break and seperate them for good!" I yelled on his face. "You think I don't feel the f*****g same way?!" I yelled letting go of him and thr
