VIKTOR
The steering wheel vibrated faintly under my hands even though I wasn’t even moving yet. My engine idled and a low growl came out from under the hood like it was restless for blood. I tilted my head back against the headrest, staring at the cracked ceiling of my car and letting Armando’s face replay in my head. That sharp stare, that wary tone… he didn’t trust me and it was starting to piss me off.
Of course, why would he even trust me? He has every reason to suspect me because if only he knows what I have planned for him, everyone else and that i***t that’s clinging to his little empire… Zane. Armando would be right to sharpen that lack of trust he had into a blade, but it was the principle of it. You suspect me… when you don’t even know anything that’s going on yet? That was a
