“What the f**k happened?! Where’s my wife?!”
In his anger over the explosion, he grabbed Tres by the collar. He trusted him to get the job done—to keep his wife safe.
“I didn’t get to her fast enough to—” Tres reached for Vanessa, but he couldn’t grab her.
“SHUT UP!” He messed up his hair in frustration while Tres wiped his face. “You’re bleeding,” he said when he saw blood dripping from Tres’s arm. “Get that fixed.”
“It’s just a scratch—Fine.” Tres knew better than to argue. Even though his friend was angry, he still cared about his condition.
Tres didn’t take it personally that Kons was upset. It was natural for him to be angry about what happened because he had failed him. He knew something was off with Yulia, but he had set that aside. Still, he followed him into the bathroom. Wha
