He poured another glass of bourbon and brought it to his lips, taking a greedy pull and hissing as it slid down his throat smoothly. A slight burn, but not too bad. Looking back down at the paperwork before him, he continued to reel over the news he had gotten recently. In an email, no less. She was leaving him, and the company. His precious Tijgerian was stolen by that beast of a man named John. He was so close to being let in by her, he had been her friend for years. Saved her from things she hadn't even realized, and yet...he was tossed aside like yesterdays garbage.
They could have been happy, if only she had given him a chance. But she hadn't and he was not going to stop until he got his revenge. John Quinn would watch as he killed her...slowly. Then, he would meet the same fate. Maybe. Then again, the best torture is knowing you cannot be with someone, even in death.
He curled a lip at the thought of him and staggered to his feet, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "I'm gonna getchu you sonofabitch!" He pointed at a photo taken by surveillance and threw his glass of bourbon at it. The glass hit the wall and shattered into many shards, the brown liquid going everywhere. The stench of whiskey was strong on him and in his office.
Picking up the phone, he made a call. "Move in. I want the boy." He said in a slur before hanging up.
They could have been happy, if only she had given him a chance. But she hadn't and he was not going to stop until he got his revenge. John Quinn would watch as he killed her...slowly. Then, he would meet the same fate. Maybe. Then again, the best torture is knowing you cannot be with someone, even in death.
He curled a lip at the thought of him and staggered to his feet, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "I'm gonna getchu you sonofabitch!" He pointed at a photo taken by surveillance and threw his glass of bourbon at it. The glass hit the wall and shattered into many shards, the brown liquid going everywhere. The stench of whiskey was strong on him and in his office.
Picking up the phone, he made a call. "Move in. I want the boy." He said in a slur before hanging up.