Rage

Richard's POV

“ What exactly are you saying? How dare you threaten us?” Martins raved.

Does he know how he looked right now? If he did, he would have sat his ass back down on the chair and not moved an inch from where he was seated.

He continued, “ Your family heirloom? How exactly do you know that? Let me guess, you are one of those people who are plying fake news? When exactly are you going to learn?” He forced a fake smile on his face.

“ If it is, then why do you all look this agitated? I will be nice. Leave now, or I will let my dogs feed on you” I threatened.

It wasn't a threat because my rage right now was enormous, and I could do it. Make sure that they all burnt to hell for it.

“ You wouldn't”

I bobbed my head, a bit startled and curious about what their faces would look like when my dogs were biting on their petty bones. Would they cry? Would they wince out in pain? Or plead for mercy?

I was curious to know that. “ Then stay,” I sauntered toward the door.” Because I wi