04-23-2024, 12:57 AM
He anticipated the retaliation. Michael warned him not to act, and that was exactly what he did. Given that he’d endured more than his fair share of head injuries, another one knocked him clean unconscious.
The Garden didn’t exactly have a jail. Instead, he woke up to find himself sitting in a near empty room. The walls were smooth and featureless, painted a dove-gray, and composed of a composite material that shimmered under the LED lighting when seen at the correct angle.
“Suppose I had that coming,” he mumbled as climbed his way into a chair. The only other piece of furniture was an old metal desk, but onto its surface he folded his arms and laid his forehead down.
His head was throbbing. Michael was powerful enough, bitch could have just slapped a shield on him but no, he had to slap the shit out of him and toss his ass in this depressing hole.
At least he was away from Matias-fucking-Amengual.
Without lifting his forehead from the desk, he slipped his Wallet out of a pocket and sent Natalie a message.
He hit send before he realized that she may not know who Matias was, but she’d certainly recognize the last name.
The Garden didn’t exactly have a jail. Instead, he woke up to find himself sitting in a near empty room. The walls were smooth and featureless, painted a dove-gray, and composed of a composite material that shimmered under the LED lighting when seen at the correct angle.
“Suppose I had that coming,” he mumbled as climbed his way into a chair. The only other piece of furniture was an old metal desk, but onto its surface he folded his arms and laid his forehead down.
His head was throbbing. Michael was powerful enough, bitch could have just slapped a shield on him but no, he had to slap the shit out of him and toss his ass in this depressing hole.
At least he was away from Matias-fucking-Amengual.
Without lifting his forehead from the desk, he slipped his Wallet out of a pocket and sent Natalie a message.
Quote:“I might be in trouble. Probably not too much, but we’ll see. Punched a diplomat in the face. Not my fault it was Matias Amengual.”
He hit send before he realized that she may not know who Matias was, but she’d certainly recognize the last name.
Only darkness shows you the light.