I was furious, and I did not hesitate in showing that as I stepped into his house, pushing him back. I couldn't care less about the way his fists clenched and he almost stopped breathing as if to control his anger or words. I didn't care about the anger dancing in his eyes when he lifted his face and his gaze set back at me. I cared about nothing more or less as I pushed him backwards.
He was muscular and tall and even though I was strong, I don't think I was strong enough to push him. Nonetheless, he still took a step backwards when I did so.
"How could you?!" I hissed, and then pushed him backwards again. Once again, he took a step backwards. I conveniently ignored Smith and Ricky and other men of his personal security standing behind, their eyes firmly set on us too.
I couldn't care
