"Where's that damn clown?"
"Huh?"
Gray furrowed his brows as he processed Bear's inquiry. "Bear, what are you — woah!" he gasped as he felt Bear's grip tighten around his collar despite Fig's hand wrapped around Bear's wrist.
"Where is that damn clown, Gray?" Bear repeated under his breath. "Tell me if you don't want to get hurt."
Gray blinked, confused. Not just him, but Fig and Tiger looked at Bear with knitted brows. Assessing Bear's temperament right now, they could tell the old man was pissed — furious, even.
"Oy, old man, what the fuck?" Tiger frowned. "Why are you acting like this? And why are you looking for that fucking cunt?"
"Don't tell me it's because you want to beat him up because you're frustrated at the death of the young madam?"
Bear's breath hitched at Fig's question, making his grip on Gray's collar tighten. The aura emanating from his back exuded a darker shroud.
Death.
