"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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I S A I A H
"Fuck did I miss while I was out?"
Damon tsk and points at Tristian, disappointment in his eyes. "He was working with the cops."
"And I can't kill him? You're serious?" My brows rose.
"No."
"He's a traitor, Damon."
"He's also our uncle, Isaiah. How heartless can you be? If dad finds out that his own brother committed something like that, he'll go feral. I just wanted to scare him so he'll stop trying to rat us out." He explained.
"A rat is a rat. Simple as that. Blood doesn't always mean loyalty, Damon. You know this." I snapped.
"Don't you think I know that?" He says, nostrils flaring. "Just... I don't know.. fucking beat him up or something."
"How did you even know that he was snitching?" I asked as I lifted Tristian's head. He glared at me and moved his head out of my hold.
"I saw a folder with his name on it on dad's desk. He didn't see it yet so I took it and decided to deal with myself. He raised us, Damon. I couldn't just let dad kill him like that." He explains.
"You're being a real bitch right now. You know that, right?" My face scrunched up.
His face turns red and he gives me a dirty look. "Are you going to insult me all day or are you going to do your damn job? Don't make me pull the boss card on you."
Laughing, my gaze bore into his. "Am I supposed to be scared of someone who whines when there's blood on his expensive suit? Give me a break."
"You two still bicker like a married couple." Tristian cuts us off and we whipped our heads in his direction.
"I don't remember asking you to speak." I spat.
Tristian lifts his head and spits on the floor. He chuckles humorlessly. "Please. I know what your about Isaiah. You don't scare me."
"Oh?" A smile grew on my face. A really twisted one. "Okay." I said nodding slowly.
"Isaiah." Damon says in a warning tone. He knows me. If anybody dares to test me I give them a reason not to. Tristian is about to be my example.
Walking around his chair, I eyed the tape that was around his wrist. When I eyed his hands carefully, I saw a rip in the tape like he was cutting it off with something. I chuckled humorously. "He was seconds away from escaping. What dumbass used tape instead of chains?" I asked myself. I took the hidden blade from Tristian's hands and he cursed lowly.
