"Am I supposed to be angry?" Duke laughed as he endured the pain in his jaw and on the side of his head. His arm also ached from the impact of his fall.
"You're supposed to feel sorry." Scott pulled on his jacket. "Rowan kept talking about how he's going to keep you forever. Humph, with you dead, you're just nothing but a big disappointment to him."
Duke laughed louder, but his tone was even angrier and mocking. "At least I had to die first before becoming a disappointment… unlike you—"
Scott swooped down to grab Duke's hair and pulled on it to lift the chair into an upright position. He then grabbed Duke's jaw with a clawed hand. The CEO hissed. "If only Uncle didn't want to speak with you, I would have killed you right now."
Duke still smiled. "I'd like to see you try. Don't you want to prove that you don't need a woman to kill someone for you? How pathetic could you be?"
