Two/faceđź—ˇ
The city never sleeps, and neither do I. Launching the glass across the room, it shatters into pieces, scattering along the floor. But I can’t pull my eyes from the screen. White hot rage pulses through me as I watch helplessly with the situation that unfolds before me. My hands tremble, watching him lean close to the door, his sneering taunts pulling Summer further into the darkness.
That fucking cunt, I’ll saw off your fucking head off while you watch.
Grabbing my phone, I immediately hit call. With each ring, my blood boils, my fucking eyes boring holes into the screen. Hitting silent on the keyboard, Harry’s words are silenced for a moment while I unleash the fucking demon.
“What do…” his nonchalant answer immediately crushed by the anger I can no longer contain.
“You told me that fucking building was secure. That fucking cunt is at her door, find out what the fuck has gone wrong, or I’ll be over to soak you in fucking acid!”
Not waiting for a response, I slam the phone down, causing the entire IT system to bounce off the desk. Hunched over the monitor, my eyes remain laser-focused on the hallway and Michael’s apartment. Shaking my head, I watch Summer approach the door.
Don’t fucking do it, don’t you fucking dare.
Letting out a low breath, I watch as he turns to leave, heading down the hall and eventually out the exit and into a waiting car. Jotting down the number plate before it speeds off, I move my attention to Summer, a surge of adrenaline courses through me when I see she’s safe and hasn’t moved. But Harry has cemented his fate. I’m going to fucking kill him and make her watch.
Grabbing my car keys and black duffle bag, I storm out of the apartment, slamming the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, the icy night air sweeps over me, but the rage doesn’t subside. I know what I fucking need to do.
The drive to the apartment is intense. Each time I replay that cunt’s words in my head, the grip on the steering wheel becomes tighter and tighter. Once the door to the underground parking lot begins to rise, I waste little time speeding in. The area is desolate at this time of night. Slamming the door closed with my duffle bag in hand, I head for Summer.