Ares
The door to my penthouse slammed open It hit the wall with a loud bang and I did not even bother to look up to know who it was, it was Robert, only him would walk into my home like that.
Of course the news of the attack had reached him.
I was sitting on a stool in my open living room with my shirt was off and on the table next to me was a first aid kit. I was cleaning the gunshot wound on my arm It was a deep graze not a clean through-and-through but it still It hurt like hell.
The floor was stained with blood as I treat myself.
“What happened?” Robert’s thundered as he walked until he was standing right in front of me.
I kept dabbing the wound with alcohol not even flinch. “You saw the news… she gave a speech—“
He cuts me off “I’m not talking about the damn deal Ares!” he
