Chapter 15

Callum's POV

I grinned and relaxed against the wall, gripping on to the controller in my grasp. I smirked at Ryder, whose forehead was brimming with sweat and veins. He was already on a losing streak, and we didn't take losers lightly here.

"Fuck!" Ryder erupted and flung his controller into a corner, already pissed at the game. He gritted his teeth as he tried to control his emotions.

"Now come on, you didn't have to take it out on the poor controller. You know how much I paid for this joint bro, it was custom-made unlike the others," Max complained.

I looked at Ryder and I smirked at him. "Scream all you want, you will never be able to play any better. The poor controller was only doing what your loser ass commanded," I took a dig at him.

Ryder bared his teeth at me and held his chair furiously. The metal frame creaked from his strength as he tried to squeeze the metal with his bare hands.

"Just wait and see, I’ll train and come for your ass. I’d wipe that smirk off your damn f