Getting Him Angry

Grinding my teeth, I take a deep breath, balling my hands into fists, and spin back around and sit. He nods and carries on eating, ignoring me. "Today, I'm going to be in meetings until after lunch. Tonight, I expect you all here. Tomorrow, Alejandro and I are away most of the day," he informs them.

"Where are you going, bro?" Jake inquires as he eats.

"We have some matters to deal with up north, a disagreement on pay." Sylvester rolls his eyes. "It will be sorted quickly. In the meantime, I want your ears to the ground, Jake. Keep your eyes open for retribution from the Triad. They won't give up that easily."

I sit there soaking it all in, noting as much about them as I can. They are talking freely in front of me. Why?

Because they expect I'll never tell anyone.

It sends a bolt of fear through me, which burns away to anger. They plan to snuff me out like I'm nothing, just another business deal for them. It infuriates me, fuck fear. I'm angry, livid.

These bastards need to pay. I spend the rest of breakfast silently fuming, refusing to eat. I'm going to make them pay.