DAMIEN’S POV
A deep growl travels through my throat as I glare around the room. The smell of fear of grows around the room.
Kenneth’s body sags under my hold and I release him, his body topples to the the ground and his head connects to the ground.
I sprint towards another one of them, grabbing his phone and smashing it to the ground before glaring at him.
“Who started it?” I ask, my voice coming out as lethal as possible.
They touched the wrong the wrong person. They hurt the wrong person. They came too close to the wrong person.
The room goes dead silent and I grunt, slightly frustrated. But still trying to be as calm as possible. I was raving mad already and I knew I was about to drop another body if they didn’t start talking.
“I’m going to ask one more time-“ I begin and one
