I don’t often give into my rage. Anger unbound is a destructive thing.
Weaponized, it is downright lethal.
That’s how I feel when I see that asshole reach across the bar for Maria.
Lethal.
Fucking homicidal.
Physical violence is no stranger to me. But I prefer to exact my vengeance in other ways these days.
But every now and then, someone asks for it, and this motherfucker is asking for it.
The second I spotted him moving in aggressively towards Maria, I leave my office where I’ve been watching the security feed for the last twenty minutes.
Nodding at Anna and her friend as I pass, I frown as I move closer to the bar.
To her.
I don’t know how I know shit is about to go bad. But I always know.
It’s part of why I’m the fucking Council.
Violence is not the answer to everything. But it is the answer to some things.
I learned that very early in life.
Usually, I keep certain things locked up tight in compartmentalized boxes inside my brain.
It’s like a filing system.