Mikael’s Thoughts

Mikael’s POV:

Calling the tension between Acker Madden and I awkward was an understatement to say the fucking least.

I grunted out loud, my fingers flexing as I debated the chances of me getting a smoke right then.

“Don’t even think about it, Serrano,” Acker Madden, the famed fucking Madman of the British Isles, and the only thing standing in my way, said in his British burr.

“It was just a thought, and don’t dare try me, cazzo,” I replied just as quickly. “You may be hard to giving your men orders but I am not your subordinate.”

“Exactly, so you should have more common sense to not smoke in a non-smoking zone,” he didn’t exactly say the word idiot after that, but I could hear the insult laced in his words.

I rolled my eyes and glared at the man, flicking my lighter over and over until I found the sound unpleasant.

How long would the fucking Senator take? It had already been thirty minutes.

Just as I had that thought, the door opened and out stepped the man in question. By the way his