Jason stood still, his piercing gaze locked on the man before him, the chaos of the room settling into an uneasy silence. He didn't ask twice. "Where is my girl?"
The man smirked, a cruel, knowing smile curling across his face. "Your girl?" He chuckled, the sound grating like a knife dragged against a stone. "So, that's what this is about. The little slut? You have no idea… you almost jeopardised the business of my new business partner. Now you want to take something I got, something fresh and beautiful?"
Jason's jaw tightened, but his face remained calm, impassive. This wasn't the time for rage; it was the time for precision. Anyway, emotional states were nothing more than drives for action. Jason was feeling angry because he wanted certain results but he was getting nothing. That was why he wanted to take action.
