André's POV

He sat so comfortably in my chair, twirling his cigarette around his finger. I wanted more than anything to punch his face and shove that cigarette up into his nostrils. He had gotten on my nerves and had stretched my patience out thin.

I placed my hands firmly on the table and glowered at him. His relaxed expression irritated me. He didn't seem to be scared at all. He was a fool. He should be terrified.

"I know that you are lying, Jonas. I am not going to fall for your ...