He pulled the flash drive out and extended it toward me. I didn’t blink. I took it, slipped it into my pocket.
Then, I clenched my fist.
And drove it straight into his face.
CRACK.
He toppled like a lifeless puppet, his chair crashing backward as he slammed into the marble floor with a sickening thud. Blood trickled from his mouth, his cheek already ballooning from the force.
I looked down at him coldly, voice razor-sharp.
"That… is for the girl you hurt."
He groaned, barely conscious, trying to crawl into himself.
I stepped over him, leaned in just enough for him to hear me through the pain.
"And you better pray she survives," I said low, each word soaked in promise. "Because if anything happens to her… I’ll bury you. All of you. One by one. And I won’t stop until your entire hou
