VIKTOR
I was seated opposite Armando, there because I had been trying to win his favor for a while now and nothing seemed to be working, but finally, I had a good idea. Something that’s sure to catch his attention.
Armando’s voice rolled through the office like a storm. Even through the muted static of the phone’s speaker, I could hear the raw and sharp anger. He wasn’t just angry… he was feeling humiliated.
“They’re dead!?” His voice thundered. “All of them!?”
The man on the other end… his present right hand man, a pathetic errand boy that only had balls when Armando was away stammered something about bodies, about Zane being gone before anyone could realize what had happened. I leaned back in my chair, careful to keep my face neutral. But inside, I was laughing. Not out loud, never
