Vogar:
“Gather everyone. Every man. Tell them to get ready for war. We hit the packhouse tonight,” I ordered my right hand man, Poison.
He ducked his head before storming away.
“Why are you gathering every one of your men? And besides, the plan wasn’t to go to the packhouse. This wasn’t what we spoke about,” Freya entered the car, slamming my door.
“Hey, you’re f*****g going to pull that off.”
“Your door is the least of my worries. Why are we heading to the packhouse? And why did you ask your right hand man to get the men ready?”
“I told you there is a change of plan.”
“When was that?”
“An hour ago.”
“How dare you change everything we’ve worked for without letting me know.” She pointed right at my face. “I hope you are not thinking of catfishing me. Because, I will mess you up
