Soren
I stood in front of my desk this time with arms crossed, my jaw clenched so tight it ached.
Every fiber of my being begged for action, but I forced myself to remain calm, for now. The door creaked open, and Rudolf walked in, his expression relaxed for someone who was about to face the hot seat.
"You called for me?" he asked,
I didn't answer. Instead, I walked up to him without hesitation and landed a solid punch on his jaw.
He staggered back, groaning as he cradled his face. Then, to my irritation, he chuckled. "Between you and your lover, I've been punched more times this week than I care to count. Starting to think you two planned this."
I ignored his pathetic attempt at humor, with my voice cold, I asked. "Do you know who that was thatcame to see me today?"
He blinked, taken aback. "No," he said cautiously, his hand still rubbing his jaw.
"The biker leader," I said, my tone sharp. "Darius."
