Chapter 77: House training and illegals ( Tom’s POV )
"They got nothing on me! This is ridiculous!"
"I know, I know, but we need to prepare either way."
"They got the security footage, how are they still going to accuse me? How about my mother? Are they even looking for her?"
"Wow, getting your own mother under the bus like that? Brrr, that’s cold."
Damian sat on the couch reading the calories on the ice-cream box. He’s been doing this for about ten minutes now. He either doesn’t know how to read or he likes it melt.
Like a freak.
Luther rolled his eyes, still shuffling the papers spread all over the table.
"I say exterminate all lawyers. Get rid of the problem at the root. Let’s start with him!"
He nodded his head in my direction. Thankfully, Lu didn’t find it funny at all.
He didn’t say a word, but his eyes did all the work. Sharp, unblinking, locked onto the other man like a loaded gun with the safety off. There was no anger on his face—just focus. Cold, precise, dangerous. The kind of look that made your spine stiffen without knowing why. He didn’t need to raise his voice. That stare said it all: one more word, and you’ll regret it.
Emiliano shrugged his shoulders, trying to play unbothered.
It was an eerie experience to see a man who had that awful d-mned display of taxidermy just three levels below be so —