“Please don’t hurt me, you know I mean well! You killed my son, but I’m here!” I stood up, closing the gap between us, power and dominance radiating off me, and pressed my gun to his forehead.

“Then start fucking talking or I will blow your brains out.” I hissed, slamming the side of the barrel against his head.

He shouted out, his head snapping to the side and his mask sliding off his face. It hit the floor with a clang making Web whine like a fucking dickhead.

“I don’t know him alright! He just approached me, showed me what the hell you were, and it made sense! That’s...