What Now?

Sebastian

I slammed my fist on the desk unable to focus on anything other than the face of the one woman— Athena.

It was not supposed to be like this, I was not supposed to be thinking of her all day long. There were so many important tasks for me to fulfil and here I was, sitting here for the past few hours and looking at the scattered papers in front of me, yet not being able to figure out why was I exactly doing this.

However, it was unavoidable to not of her when it was about her safety that concerned me so much.

Motherfucking Vicent Thompson was trying to hurt my mate. That bloody bastard!

Even though our enmity started because of his want of taking revenge on my damn father which to be honest I thought was fair but over the years I have gathered enough reasons to kill this guy. I'd never killed any innocent...in my perception.

People's views and mine were different. How could someone be called innocent if they are willing to lie to cover up their misdeeds?

Loyalty is rewarded b