Revenge, Best Served in Codes
“By all means, please do!”
He ran his palm over his face in frustration. “The hearing is in a few days. I have a good point against you. You kidnapped him and denied me access.”
“Oh, I have an even greater point against you. May the best card owner win,” I spat.
His nose flared before turning to Malcolm.
“There are no reporters here or cameras that could record this. I have come to take my revenge,” he snarled.
“Theodore. I am the one you have issues with. So, face me,” I stepped in front of Malcolm to protect him, my eyes running along the four men that stood behind Theodore, flexing their muscles.