Page 105 of Fatality

Who the fuck dares to destroy my Charger?

My fists clench until my nails digs into my palms and draw blood.

I don't wait for more information.

Someone is actually humiliating me, thinking they can destroy my car.

My car.

A car I spent years building and improving and now some bitch is wrecking it like I'm some weak motherfucker who won't take revenge.

It's probably Lira.

I haven't answered any of her calls or texts since that night.

I don't have time for bratty demands and emotional drama.

I have a business to run, a thief to find, and a troublemaker to deal with.

I'm going to torture and kill whoever is doing this to my car.

And even if I had the time, she's become too demanding, too clingy, and way too emotionally attached.

I storm out of Crimson Velocity's garage.

Then I freeze.

I see Neo being threatened, my windshield shattered, my windows smashed, and my side mirrors destroyed.

The hood is dented to hell.

Then my eyes slowly drift to the culprit.

And I feel my rage boil.

Riven.

I have to admit, I never expected that.

That fucking bitch just destroyed what was mine.

My hands twitch, urging me to snap her neck.

She destroyed my car in front of my gang, and I can't let that go.

My car.

My gang.

It's humiliating and I hate being humiliated.

And she has the sheer audacity to throw my own words back at me.

I walk toward her slowly.

When she swings at my head, my reflex enhancers kick in.

I catch the steel bar and yank her forward until she's only inches away from me.