The chair crashed the wall with a loud noise, the echo reverberating across the whole warehouse. It was eerily quiet inside, similar to the one after a thunderstorm. However, everyone knew that this was not the end. Contrarily, it was the silence of foreboding, sending sirens of upcoming catastrophe.
Jared was incensed, and the man looked nothing less than the devil he was with the way he was glaring at the wall, his fists colored with blood. His stance spooked the hell out of all the men in the warehouse except his Godfather, who sat unfazed. But that did not mean he was not vexed. Charles was beyond furious, and he was just short of losing his cool.
