Ray's POV
Phil's body hit hard against the wall as he fell hard on the wooden floor, but I didn't let him catch a breath at all. I lunged at him almost immediately, punching him hard in the gut, my voice loud with anger, with every punch.
"You told her!" I yelled out, my knuckles hurt slightly as they connected with his face again and again. "You told Pamela about the weapons!" I roared.
Blood visibly spilled out from his mouth as he tried to protect himself, but my anger wouldn't let me stop.
How could he?
I trusted him. Yet he was the leak, he was part of the reason my empire was falling.
I grabbed his shirt, easily picking him up and throwing him back down to the floor so hard the wood under him broke, but I held him tight so as to not fall through.
"Why?" I growled, shaking him. "Why would you do this to me?" I shook him roughly.
Phil coughed, spitting blood on my hand.
The next thing he did, shook me to the bones.
