The Viper

JAMES

I burst through the glass door, entering the sunlight flooded office. Ronan and three officers, of which Inspector Gordon was one, turned around to stare at the unwelcome intrusion.

Ronan rounded his steel and chrome desk to approach me. “Jimmy? What the hell…” He gaped at me, a deep furrow forming on his forehead.

“Yes, Ronan. What the hell indeed!” All my intentions not to throttle the truth out of him went flying out the window and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass who was present as I bore down on him. My fist curled around the front of his shirt, crumpling the smooth fabric as I forcefully brought him down to my eye level. He was half a head taller than I, his presence dominating the room.

Even though Ronan was bulkier and more muscled, I surprised him by my sudden attack. I intended to headbutt him, but he gripped my wrists, his grip strong and unyielding and pushed back. Our eyes locked in an intense battle. Grunting and panting, I struggled with him, the adrenaline coursing th