Chapter 35- Molding him into the perfect son
Declan's POV
I watched the guard as he was telling Tyler that his mom was okay , my patience wearing thin with every second he stood there, fidgeting like a scolded pup. His eyes darted around, his fingers twitching at his sides, his nervous energy filling the space between us like a thick fog.
Pathetic.
I had always known this one lacked the spine for the kind of work I required, but today, his incompetence was particularly grating. He couldn't even pretend to be composed. Not even a sliver of confidence in his stance. I wasn't in the mood for this—if I needed to replace him, it would be easier to simply remove him permanently.
He was older than Tyler by at least fifteen years, yet he cowered like a child in front of him.