Xavier POV
I stepped down from my car, heading inside the open arena. The place was poorly structured; it was exposed and lacked any cover. Bad taste, just like its owner.
He still had the guts to ambush me with a bunch of useless crap he calls men. Well, it's time to end this shit. I am done being guilty and playing nice.
"Oh, you are here..." his voice rang out from behind me.
I turned around, my hands fixed inside my pockets and my gaze intense on him. I wished I could just strangle the hell out of him right now.
"So good you could make it," he said, and I scoffed.
Well, I wasn't here to beat around the bush with him.
"Why?" I began. "Why did you have to kill her? You've shed enough blood already—Kale, Jessica, Lucy... and so many others. Yet you still killed my grandma, you asshole!" I said, almost shouting. I was beginning to lose it.
