me there would be a showdown after all, just with a different adversary.
When I had anticipated this moment in my head, either the senator or I was supposed to be dead. If it was dead, then I'd have nothing to really worry about with Cormac. If I made it, how could anybody be pissed at the person that killed the bad guy?
He stood there in front of his newest Ferrari, which happened to be white. I didn't bother ignoring him, I had my own pent up anger and if he wanted a fight, so be it. I'd give him one.
"What?" Some words in life are very versatile. What could have sounded defensive, shocked or nonchalant. The way I just said it was more along the lines of What the fuck is your problem? This was definitely a cursing what .
He opened the car door and trumped my what , with his in . I was silently impressed with the amount of anger he was able to infuse into in . Yes, quite impressive.
Neither of us said anything on the way back to the casino. Nothing on the way upstairs either. When we walked into his penthouse, Dodd was there with Ben , but one look at us and they left without saying a word.
I heard the door shut and I counted off in my head, one Mississippi, two Mississippi…
"What the hell did you just do?"
I relayed a short account of what had occurred, seeing no reason to lie about it at this point and threw the senator's note on the table, for him to look at or not. Just when I thought he was going to be fairly calm, he blew.
"What the hell do you think you were doing!"
And there it was. He started pacing the room. Cormac has two types of paces: one type was the 'let me release some anger,' the other was 'I might kill someone.' They looked similar to the novice, but I'd started to determine the difference by the speed and heaviness of his step. We were definitely teetering into the latter variety.
"I was handling things," I replied, perhaps too calmly because my attitude seemed to be aggravating him more by the second. I 'd never seen a third upgraded version of his pacing and I was slightly curious. Would he start to float in between steps or something equally as interesting?
"You think this is a joke?"
"Of course not."
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
"You have to admit, that was a dumb question."
Uh oh. He stopped pacing. I hadn 't factored in him not having a third speed. He stood deathly still, all energy focused on me intently. Too intently.
"Do you want to die? Is that your deal?"
"No, that's a stupid thing to even say."
"Then why would you go there with no plan, no backup and no idea how to even kill him?"
"When did I become so important? You shut down the portal; you don't need me anymore anyway."
"I just don 't get you. There are billions of people on this Earth, all dying to be special. You are, and I watch you run from it every day. If that wasn't bad enough, now you practically throw away your life like it's nothing."
I thought I was ready for a fight, even itching for one, but now I just wanted to leave. "You know nothing about me and I don 't have to sit here and listen to your bull!" Slamming the door behind me, I left his penthouse. I should have realized then that he'd let the fight go too easily, but I wasn't thinking that clearly.
His men followed me all the way to the garage but I didn 't care. They could follow me to Hell if they wanted, as long as they stayed out of my way.
The minute I stepped into the garage a rage I didn 't even think I was capable of consumed me. My trailer was gone.
I swung on the two goons that had followed me. "Where. Is. My. Trailer?" If I could have blown steam through my nose, I would 've.
The two of them just shook their heads , looking baffled. I broke into a run, heading right back to the only person that would've messed with my stuff. It took me less than a minute to barge back into his penthouse, and only that long because the elevator could only climb so fast.
He was sitting on the couch , reclined and waiting.
"Where is my
When I had anticipated this moment in my head, either the senator or I was supposed to be dead. If it was dead, then I'd have nothing to really worry about with Cormac. If I made it, how could anybody be pissed at the person that killed the bad guy?
He stood there in front of his newest Ferrari, which happened to be white. I didn't bother ignoring him, I had my own pent up anger and if he wanted a fight, so be it. I'd give him one.
"What?" Some words in life are very versatile. What could have sounded defensive, shocked or nonchalant. The way I just said it was more along the lines of What the fuck is your problem? This was definitely a cursing what .
He opened the car door and trumped my what , with his in . I was silently impressed with the amount of anger he was able to infuse into in . Yes, quite impressive.
Neither of us said anything on the way back to the casino. Nothing on the way upstairs either. When we walked into his penthouse, Dodd was there with Ben , but one look at us and they left without saying a word.
I heard the door shut and I counted off in my head, one Mississippi, two Mississippi…
"What the hell did you just do?"
I relayed a short account of what had occurred, seeing no reason to lie about it at this point and threw the senator's note on the table, for him to look at or not. Just when I thought he was going to be fairly calm, he blew.
"What the hell do you think you were doing!"
And there it was. He started pacing the room. Cormac has two types of paces: one type was the 'let me release some anger,' the other was 'I might kill someone.' They looked similar to the novice, but I'd started to determine the difference by the speed and heaviness of his step. We were definitely teetering into the latter variety.
"I was handling things," I replied, perhaps too calmly because my attitude seemed to be aggravating him more by the second. I 'd never seen a third upgraded version of his pacing and I was slightly curious. Would he start to float in between steps or something equally as interesting?
"You think this is a joke?"
"Of course not."
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
"You have to admit, that was a dumb question."
Uh oh. He stopped pacing. I hadn 't factored in him not having a third speed. He stood deathly still, all energy focused on me intently. Too intently.
"Do you want to die? Is that your deal?"
"No, that's a stupid thing to even say."
"Then why would you go there with no plan, no backup and no idea how to even kill him?"
"When did I become so important? You shut down the portal; you don't need me anymore anyway."
"I just don 't get you. There are billions of people on this Earth, all dying to be special. You are, and I watch you run from it every day. If that wasn't bad enough, now you practically throw away your life like it's nothing."
I thought I was ready for a fight, even itching for one, but now I just wanted to leave. "You know nothing about me and I don 't have to sit here and listen to your bull!" Slamming the door behind me, I left his penthouse. I should have realized then that he'd let the fight go too easily, but I wasn't thinking that clearly.
His men followed me all the way to the garage but I didn 't care. They could follow me to Hell if they wanted, as long as they stayed out of my way.
The minute I stepped into the garage a rage I didn 't even think I was capable of consumed me. My trailer was gone.
I swung on the two goons that had followed me. "Where. Is. My. Trailer?" If I could have blown steam through my nose, I would 've.
The two of them just shook their heads , looking baffled. I broke into a run, heading right back to the only person that would've messed with my stuff. It took me less than a minute to barge back into his penthouse, and only that long because the elevator could only climb so fast.
He was sitting on the couch , reclined and waiting.
"Where is my
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