Chapter Eighteen

Asher Lancaster

"To what do I owe the displeasure?" I ask as Axel walks into my room without knocking.

"Oh, I am so sorry. Did I catch you in the middle of doing nothing?" Axel retorts with his classic dry sarcasm.

"That’s it. I am going to tell mom you are bullying me." I chuck the files I was going through on my desk and face Axel properly.

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll happily tell her the number of people you slaughtered to death.” Axel raised his eyebrow as a challenge.

“It was not on purpose. I swear that man fell on my knife”

“What about Paul?”

“I had a faulty gun.” I stated matter-of-factly.

“And Jack?”

“That was in self-defence. His attack was ruthless-”

“And somehow you came out without a scratch and his face was beaten beyond recognition.” Axel says without letting me finish my sentence.

“No scratches? My knuckles were bleeding!” I exasperate, almost offended.

“Because you punched a man to death.” Axel deadpanned.

“This is what is wrong with you. You a glass-half-empty kinda guy.