Tyson stormed inside Viktor's room, seething with anger, and he grabbed his shirt from behind. Viktor turned around with a confused look on his face, which disappeared as soon as he saw him. He covered Tyson's mouth before he had the chance to speak, pointing towards his bed. Tyson glanced at it, a frown taking over his features when he found a brown haired girl asleep in it.
"Outside," Viktor whispered, dragging him out of the room. He let go of Tyson and carefully closed the door, after which Tyson immediately grabbed his collar.
"Why the hell did you take Monica with you?" Tyson said through gritted teeth. "She could've been hurt."
"She's fine," Viktor replied, not bothering to push him away. "We had it covered."
"You should've called me, Viktor," Tyson sighed, letting go of Vikto
