Damien's POV

Luckily, it's a silencer and so no sound was made.

His body yanks to the ground backward in a loud thud.

Daven's face squeezed as he locked eyes with me, piqued by my actions.

"You killed him," Daven muttered not too loudly, as his respect was still there.

I shrugged my shoulders, nonchalant about what I'd done.

"His useless fight pisses me off."

"We are in public, sir."

"In a lonely alley?" I countered by using the muzzle of the gun to scratch the crook of my neck.

"With cameras," ...