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I laughed at my long speech. Mr. Baltemore looks more pissed while I'm talking and it added more when I laughed. “Goddamit. Did you pay me already woman?” he asked like he lose his patience on me. Out of my senses, I giggled. “Yes! Of course, I don't want money from him so I immediately put it in your bank account.” I watched his face change it's emotion. His biceps moved as his gripped to his glass tightened. The amusement on him washed out and change his reaction to an irritated scowl. Ow, the beast gets irritated too, I smirked.

I said. "I can understand your anger, dear," She said in a sad tone. I laughed a fake laughter "Anger... I HATE your Son" I replied. (Gussa..., Nafrat Karte hai aapke bete se) "And the soil I made from, I swear on it that I ruin him to ashes." (Or hnn, Jis mitti ke bane hai hum, us mitti ki kasam, mitti me mila de unhe)

he says. "Sure." "How do I stop being angry?" His voice is quiet, vulnerable. "I'm angry all the time. At everything." I sit on the desk beside him. "You don't." He looks surprised. "You don't stop being angry," I explain. "Anger isn't bad. It's energy. It's passion. The question is what you do with it." I look at him. "I used my anger to hurt people. To prove I was smarter than everyone else. It got me arrested and almost destroyed my life."

I was so angry at Vitali, that it felt like I was going to explode. “You fucking asshole “ I shrieked He got up to stand in front of me, he looked more amused than ever. His eyes mocked me for finally using the F word but I didn’t care I was too angry “What else ?” He cocked a brow It made me even more pissed, how calm he was “You are an egotistical, self-centered piece of shit and no one really likes you. No one can genuinely like you. “ I spat, my words laced with venom

He laughs sarcastically, and I can feel the anger inside of me building. “Oh, my dear, Anja, you are so much more than a wolf.”

Pervert's angry facial expression after finishing my speech. "Heh, how could it happen that what I'm going to feed you has poison? Do I have to taste it so you know it's not poisonous? Eat!" "I'm not going to throw money at you just so you can enjoy life; go to work!" I screamed angrily at the mirror.

He looked so angry that even I was afraid of him. “Now,” He was trying so hard not to let his anger reverberate in his voice but failed. “Tell me about this client that wanted you to go to jail.” I shake my head, giggling. “I stole from him, his anger is valid.” “They made you cry,” He spat, his jaw clenched. “My anger is valid too.”

One of dad's quotes rang in my head. Never attack with a hot head. Instead, take a swim if you need to. Slowly but surely, I heaved in and out. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. That was the routine till I could feel my anger dissipating. By the time I was done, the crowd had scattered, leaving upturned chairs tables about. Some had been broken and snapped into pieces too. The only people left were the guards keeping the Gayle family under supervision and Diana and the elders. They all looked distraught but that was none of my concerns.

The first drag hit my lungs hard, burning in that familiar way that said maybe I’d finally calm the fuck down. I didn’t. I kept smoking, dragging hard and fast like the faster I inhaled, the quicker I’d exhale the anger. But that’s not how it works. Anger isn’t air—it’s glue. It sticks to your ribs, lines your throat, clogs everything up till all you can do is growl and curse and smoke until there’s nothing left but a filthy filter and a filthy mood. “I’m not a fucking ATM,” I muttered to no one. “Not a goddamn piggy bank. I’m not even a son to him anymore, and now he shows up like it’s some Sunday dinner reunion? Miss me with that bullshit.”

He cursed, looking at his attire, and I could control myself to chuckle. "I have never seen someone as arrogant and self-centric as you," I hissed. "You are lunatic," he said, which made me roll my eyes. "And you don't know that," I said, holding my hands above my chest. We have known each other for a very long time; he probably knew how angry I could get. How recklessly can I act in my anger? "Fucking insane, why the hell did I fuck her?" He said. My face felt hot due to anger and all the emotions I was feeling. I didn't think twice before moving toward him and slapping him hard on the face.