War

I lean back in my chair, taking a slow drag from the blunt, letting the smoke curl between my lips as I watch Isaac begin to stir. Blood drips from his forehead where I headbutted him, streaking his pretty-boy face with red.

Good.

I should've done worse. Hell, I wanted to do worse. But I settled for knocking his ass out, tossing him into the trunk like a sack of shit, and driving him to the address Gray sent me. 

A shipping container in the middle of fucking ...