Chapter 184. My Life

Damon Caztiel

"Shut it off!" Rhanes hesitates, so I hurl my whiskey bottle at the screen, shattering it.

"Does he believe he can touch her? Does he believe he can get away with it?" I laugh. "No, no. He is going to die. Now, sooner than intended." I gesture angrily, my eyes ablaze.

"There is more."

"What?" I exclaimed. "What is it?"

"They are planning a wedding."

I cannot comprehend any of his words; they do not make sense.

"She would not do it to me. She would not marry him. She is mine."

Rhanes shakes his head. "She is going to do it. Our contact mentioned it. She opposed at first, but they eventually reached an arrangement."

Someone enters the room, and I do not think much of it. My pistol is in my hand, and the trigger is pressed immediately.

"Leave. Clean the bodies."

Rhanes nods, and he leaves.

She cannot d