Petersons

The newspaper hit the table as the news splashed at the front of the times paper in bold. The headlines somehow made it to the press and news anchors. The air had shifted as a heavy cloud of wrath surrounded them. He had his hands clasped together as his eyebrows drowned deeper in confusion.

"How did this news break out?" Ben asked, his head racing against the wrath he knew he had brought. The man in a leather jacket raised his heavily haired eyebrows.

"Cause you opened your big fucking mouth!" His voice raised a pitch as his eyes looked enraged. His rough fingers brushed against the paper as he gripped it in his hands.

Sweat trickled down Ben's forehead as he unclasped his hands, " I will take care of it."

He cleared his throat, yet the voice came out raspy, Vengence dripping wet from his tone; the glaring eyes silenced, "I will do what I should have fucking done before."

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