Chapter One hundred and Eight - Destroy the computers

Jason's point of view

If I wasn't so pissed off at the moment, I guessed my brother's whole new bad boy demeanor would have been a joke. Something to laugh about with Zade at the bar or while having wine at the balcony.

But it wasn't a joke. He was walking on thin ice. And his foolishness would get him killed if he wasn't careful.

"Why did he have to do something like this?" Zade asked, he twirled the drink around in his glass and focused his gaze on a painting at the end of the room.

On the other hand, I was too pissed off to even stand or sit. I walked from one end of the room to the other, thinking about what to do.

The package my brother sent was still open on the table, locks of my wife's hair spread across some sort of newspaper with what looked like blood smeared around it.

Zade dropped the wineglass on the table, "He wouldn't do something like that right? He's not so wrong in the head that he would actually kill Isabella. That woman did no wrong to him."

At this point, I had n