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I don’t even give a shit about how intrigued Mr. Leighton looks as he takes in my helpless position.
But they do stop at Zander’s eyes.
It could be because they’re currently not red.
His contacts are gone. I don’t know when he took them out, but holy fucking shit.
This man’s eyes are green.
Green like venom.
The most frightening part of them is how they’re filled with a level of animosity that I almost flinch, thinking it’s directed at me.
That’s the thing. It’s not directed at me. It’s kindled by what was just done to me. I don’t know why it’s different from any other expression in this massive room, but it makes me wish he had the balls to stop this craziness.
In the end, he’s not the leader of this rodeo.
Domino is.
Even so, I believe if the roles were swapped and Zander led this group of vicious bastards, maybe it wouldn’t have gone this far.
What do I know? These men are still strangers to me.
Yet my gut tells me otherwise. Zander could have had the balls to confront Leighton head-on. Take those reins, fuck shit up, and leave a trail of irreversible damage that would cost a fortune to fix.
Not replace.
However, Mr. Leighton’s expression returns to my mind, leaving me to clue in on one thing.
That’s why Mr. Leighton is appeased… isn’t it?
This was what he wanted.
To confirm that his son is still a fucking puppet desperate to please him.
So in the end… Domino failed.
The sound of a gunshot makes me flinch as my head whiplashes to face whoever just pulled the trigger of a gun.
My jaw goes slack just as I watch the guard’s body drop to the floor with a loud thump. The silence in the room is loud, and there’s this eerie sound. It’s so damn tiny, like trying your best to hear a river from the distance.
Only this isn’t a river.
It’s the flow of blood leaving the bullet wound in the guard’s brain. The sight should make me tremble in fear, but I soak it all in. Every fine detail, while I confirm from his open eyes and rigid stillness that he’s dead. The floor has a good pool of crimson when I finally force my eyes to acknowledge the culprit of the lethal blow.
Why does it surprise me to see Domino holding the gun in his grasp?
Why does he look even scarier than his father?
Why the hell does he appear as though he’d kill every single person who watched what just happened?
Why… did he fucking do that?
My confusion filters through my face, and I don’t know why, but it makes tears pool in my eyes because this wasn’t what I expected.
This man hates me. Despises me. Would appease his father over me.
So, why did he just kill for me?
