In the back of his limo, Forde silently stared through his tinted windows. His phone was still in his hand. And his other fist clenched, and clenched, and clenched. The stone-like crackle of Forde's fists could even be heard by the driver, who remained silent and focused on his job.
That continued for a couple of minutes.
Duh, ding…
Forde glanced at his newest notification. It didn't put a smile on his face. But it didn't make him put a frown on either. He just stared at the text with bland emotions.
The text read: "Chained up, muzzled, and en route with delivery. See you soon, Boss."
To that, Forde barely cracked a smile. And it didn't even last a whole second.
"Speed up. I don't want to waste any more time," Forde gruffly yelled.
The driver sped up without sharing a word, following orders while being as cautious as possible on the wet roads. Luckily, there were new chases involved. So Forde didn't hound his driver for every turn they made.
