56. Ace Up Their Sleeve

[LAURA]

“Ugh!” I grunt, forcefully pushing everything off the table, and it all ends up scattered on the floor, creating a huge mess. But I couldn’t care less. I’d do it again without a second thought. And again. And again.

With frustration boiling over, I angrily toss the lamp from the side table, watching it crash to the floor as well.

“Seriously, just stop it, Jorden,” Cooper says, standing at the door and frowning at me.

Gasping for breath, I feel a surge of anger and a complete loss of control. “He can’t be dead,” I growl, clutching my hair while kneeling on the floor. The broken pieces of glass pierce my pants and skin, but nothing matters compared to the pain welling up in my chest.

I can’t believe the bastard is dead. Vector Alfonso is dead. How could he?

I did everything in my power to ensure I was the one facing him, looking into his eyes, and pulling the trigger, causing his brains to splatter everywhere. It was my moment, but someone else beat me to it. I was so close, so