129: The Final Round (3)

“Ah, as fierce as remembered you, Puppet. Dante kept you at bay. You were a good boy then, a crazy one, but still a good one. Now, look at you, pointing a gun at me.” Felix’s words burned through Ethan, who bared his teeth. “Dante knew how to handle a boy like you, Levi doesn’t have what Dante had.” Felix chuckled and sighed dramatically before he got on his feet. He glanced at Benji over the bed, “But, that doesn’t mean I miss that bastard.” Felix smirked, “I am glad he died. He was impossible to deal with, you should know that better than me. You dealt with that asshole on a more personal level,” Felix slyly spoke, while glancing Ethan up and down.

Ethan has been through a lot in his life. He met a lot of jerks, but Felix has always topped that list. Felix never put his hand on Ethan nor did he ever try to take advantage of him, not at least physically. But there has always been something very unsettling about this fellow that fret Ethan. He often told Dante not to trust Felix, to