DAMIEN’S P.O.V.
Skylo opened the door to my office barging in without a care in the world.
It was typical of him to behave in such an unruly manner but, I was in the worst of moods to condole bad behavior from anyone.
I didn’t say a word as he walked in. My eyes were glued to the monitor, watching the slow-loading security footage from the east port, the audio on mute but the blood on screen was loud enough.
Two men were gone, ambushed like they were dogs while trying to secure a shipment that wasn’t even worth the blood spilled for it.
I stared at stillness of the two men lying in their pool of blood, my heart aching in anger from the fact that someone dared to touch what was mine and I still hadn't killed someone for it yet.
"Perché non mi hai lasciato portare Tracey a scuola?" (Why didn’t you let me take Tracey to school?) Skylo asked from behind me, voice casual, as if that was the conversation I needed right now.
I hated explaining myself. Especially to my men. Especially when I
