Gabriel’s POV
I scattered everything on the table. I yelled at the wall, kicked it as if it were a person.
“f**k you, Luke!” I screamed, as if he could hear me loud and clear—or better to say, live and direct.
His game was obvious to me now. He was willing to do the dirty job for me not because he was not new to something like this but because he saw an opportunity to keep blackmailing me for as long as he needed money!
Wasn’t it just yesterday he came to me finalizing this job? Just yesterday I paid him his balance—a whopping $30,000! Where the f**k did it go?
What the f**k did he buy with it that he needed more money between yesterday and this morning? Just this morning?
My entire body was laced with beads of sweat, like morning dew clinging to blades of grass after a humid summer
