What did this shitbag do?
I unlatched my harness, not caring about in-flight turbulence. The space between us was gone in four long strides, and I grabbed him by the throat.
“What the f**k are you up to, Varga? Kane wants a public tribunal, but I’m happy to rip your bowels out on the floor of this chopper if that’s what it takes.”
“You took the bait. The hook is your problem,” the man said with another cackle.
I backhanded him across the face. “Speak!”
Reed dragged me back from our prisoner. “G, this isn’t helping. He’ll get what’s coming to him at the tribunal. You need to sit back down. We’re coming in for a landing, and we’ll get the situation on the ground.”
Blowing out a furious breath through my nose, I realized he was right. The pilot was flashing the light to warn we were abo
