Hunter's POV:
“YES! BECAUSE SHE’S DIFFERENT! I WANTED HER! THERE! THE TRUTH! AND MY DAD HAD THAT BUSINESS! I HAD NO FUCKING INVOLV….”
I’ve just snapped his neck…. I couldn’t control. I let him collapse on the floor at my feet. I’m breathing in rage.
I turn around and aim the fucking bar to grab some ice and whisky as I’m so fucking burning. I rip off my shirt in front as I can’t fucking breathe anymore; that angry I am.
Killed him? He had many bad deeds on his name. I have no fucking regret. I removed a bad person from existence. He had it coming sooner or later. And for his involvement? He was lying. His dad never does something without him, and vice-versa. It’s like the saying, ‘Like father, like son.’ That’s accurate for them.
There’s silence at my back while I’m slamming ice cubes in a glass and pour whisky in it. I gulp it in one shot and slam the fucking glass on the bar.
“Clinton?” I’m with my back at him.
“Yes.” He’s got a submissive voice.