Caruso;
I don't fucking wait till their lackey gets my message across. I storm toward the direction he takes, bursting into a study room filled with grim faces and an atmosphere soaked with stiff, negative energy.
Warding off them, of course.
"You're not supposed to be her—" The guard who had stopped me at the entrance yells, swallowing the rest of his warning when I slam the mouth of a barrel to his forehead.
My eyes flick to the figure behind the desk, lounged in a swivel chair that veers sideways. His stare buried behind the pretense of calmness, jaw barely ticking.
"Look who we have here," Fernandez drawls, a scowl lifting his lips.
"Let's cut the crap, as much as it's a pleasure to see your god-damned face, I'd rather skip this pleasantry." Deadpanning the words, I head straight to the point. "I came to get my sister-in-law, bet you've seen her around?"
