Stanley

“How could you let this happen!?” I roar at Victor.

“Me? What the hell are you talking about, Stan?” Victor glares at me. “Are you blaming me?”

“Yes, I am blaming you. Your enemies nearly killed Frida and Rose. And my nephews!” I cry out.

“What the fuck, Stanley. You are acting like I don’t care or something. Rose is my wife and those are my children. Don’t you think I was just as worried?” Victor frowns.

I sigh. “Alright, yes. I am not being fair. We call ...