There was no doubt in his mind that someone, Gabe, was going to be a smug asshole, and that was going to put someone, Gene, in an even bigger rage.
He could feel it in his balls.
This wasn’t his first time at this rodeo. Gene knew douchery when he saw it, and Gabriel Rothschild was the king of it.
His middle name was‘meddling’.
It was his first middle name next to the second one,‘asshole’.
Once inside, he saw a few agents he worked with, and they waved at him. The place hadn’t changed with the exception that it had fewer agents working.
Instead of letting on he was there to raise Hell, he simply said nothing and waved back.
They’d be talking in a little while when they were likely going to be arresting him.
No.
Doubt.
There.
As he reached the floor where the scumbag, director’s office was, and his only slightly-less-foul deputy director, Gene got ready to do what needed to be done.
He was going to defend his man.
Before the hour was out, he was either getting Ethan his job back, beating the holy fuck out of Gabe and getting fired, or burning this place to the ground with the fiery hot rage in his belly.
Those were the only options on today’s schedule.
Now, it would all depend on the man in the office and how it went down.
It was confrontation time.
Bet.
On.
It.
As he reached the woman at the desk outside of Gabe’s office, his secretary, she smiled up at him like always.
“Agent Cantrell, it’s been a while,” she said, happily. “Welcome back to DC.”
Oh, well, they were going to wish he didn’t sashay his ass down here when he was finished.
Already, his eye was twitching, and his mood was so far south, it was currently getting sunburn.
IN.
HELL.
“Thanks. I need to speak to the deputy director,” he said, his one fist clenched in his jean pocket as he fought to stay in control for a little longer.
Goddamn it.
His arm hurt, and his anger had him by the balls.
Oh, and he was annoyed that he was wasting time here and not on his way to find Ethan before he did something stupid and hurt himself.
