I kicked the nearest table beside me and held his collar. Fear is written all over his face. But I don't care. My hands are trembling to end his fucking useless life.   “Simpleng bagay hindi mo magawa?” I asked coldly.    He looked down. “S-Sorry po—”    “Anong magagawa ng sorry mo kapag tinapos ko ang buhay mo?” I cut him.    Someone held my shoulders. “Keep calm, Cameron. He's still our asset.”    Walang pag-aalinlangan kong binalibag ang taong hindi ko alam ang pangalan. All I know is that he's our asset, and I don't fucking care about his name.    “Chill. You can't kill him…not for now,” Lucifer mumbled.    I clenched

    I turned my head to look at him. Sinamaan ko kaagad ito ng tingin. But it seems like it didn't affect him at all. He's just standing there, looking so arrogant with his two guards with him.   “How's the organization?” Sir Constello asked.   I tapped the head of my pen on the table while glaring at him. “Everything is fine. Ms. Germosa is now inside a mental facility and once she'll heal, she'll be sent to the jail.   Umupo ito sa 'king visitors chair at sarkasmong tumawa. “You're just like your father, Cameron. You hate violence. But now you're leading Oumini Pericolosi.”    My jaw clenched. Nangingimi ang mga kamao kong suntukin siya. Maybe I should be thankful that my mom blessed me some little patience to longer my short ones. I can still hold