Victor was not born to play the part of a regular man.
Every movement, every word, every breath reminded him that he was still Dominic,the Ghost everyone once feared. But now, seated in the sprawling compound Carl had arranged as a training ground for his "new identity," he was being forced to rehearse ordinary civilian behavior.
It was laughable.
Literally.
Because Carl's men were laughing their heads off especially Abel ,enjoying every moment of the almighty Dominic frustration.
"Boss, you don't sip coffee like you're plotting someone's death," one of the men snorted, doubling over when Victor scowled at the mug in his hand.
Another chimed in, "Yeah, maybe don't glare at the sugar packet like it owes you money. Regular people smile at baristas."
The room roared with laughter.
Victor's jaw twitched. He dropped the mug with a clink that silenced half the room. "If you morons don't shut up, I'll make sure that mouth of yours ….."
