VIKTOR
I sat down with Dominic after the fiasco. Placing my elbows on my knees, I kept cracking the knuckles in order to release the f****d up tension. My eyes fell on the clock that struck almost midnight but I was way too awake for the time of the night.
Sitting beside myself on the giant couch, Dominic fixed us both a drink and slid the glass to my side. I didn’t even look at him before gulping down the entire content in one swig and roughly smashed it on the table.
Very juvenile but it kind of felt good.
“We are going to need more glasses, I guess,” the bastard mouthed, lighting the cigar.
“f**k glasses! I want to kill someone right f*****g now!” I scowled, fixing my eyes on the shattered pieces of glass all over the floor.
“And you will. You already have a name.” Dominic stat
