ORTON'S POV
Kane rubbed his palms together, “I don't need to tell you the outcome of an altercation with me,” he paused, “You Orton, should know better than doing all of this,”
“f**k you Kane!” I gritted through clenched teeth, “f**k you!”
He laughed coldly, and I knew the way he was feeling was far from amusing. “I’m going to give you a simple piece of advice,” he said.
“Screw you and your freaking advice you dickhead,” I said and started walking out on him, Cyprian trailing behind me.
“Orton!” Kane called in a loud voice.
What the f**k does he want this time around?
I hesitated for a beat…Perhaps, two beats before I spun around and faced him, not saying a single word. Heck! I had nothing to say to a man who was clearly too selfish to think about his subordinates and his pack.
