Page 99 of Unholy Masks

“Ah—fuck!” He gasped.

He blinked rapidly, looking up at me with wide, terrified eyes, like he expected another hit.

“Y-you broke my—” he started and stopped when I glared at him.

“If you ever do something like that again, it won’t just be your nose.”

“You’re a fucking maniac,” he snapped.

I took a step forward, and he flinched.

“Ryden, that’s enough,” Natalia said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I had to resist the urge to shake her off and lunge at this pathetic asshole. “Go home.”

I walked out of his cubicle, resisting the urge to kick him in his nuts.

“Are you allowing him to go?! Just like that? This is battery, and I’m going to fucking press charges. You’re going to jail, you lunatic.”

“You kinda deserve it,” she said, and he glared at her. “I’m not saying he wasn’t wrong, but let’s not make it more than it is.”

“You—”

“Leave it alone, Perry.”

I didn’t care if he pressed charges.

I waited for the elevator, reading through the note again. The paper looked high-end. The words looked like they were printed rather than written—but it was written.

He had such beautiful handwriting for an ugly asshole.

I walked into the elevator, and the door closed. I picked up my phone, thinking of calling Yara when my phone flashed with her name.

“How did it go? Tell me you didn’t murder him.”

I shook my head.

“Only punched him in the nose,” I said with a smile. Just her voice was enough to make me feel like everything would be alright.

“I know a few good lawyers,” she said. “Let me call them.”

“Oh, he won’t press charges. He’s not that brave.”

There was a long pause and a sigh.

“Where are you now?” she asked.

“On my way to meet Detective R.”

“Why don’t you call Enzo? And go with him?” she asked with a deep sigh.

“Stop worrying, Red. I’ll be fine.”

“What about Valentina? Did she leave?”

“Yes. She left. Detective R sent two officers with her. She’ll be safe.”

“Good,” Yara said. “So, Detective R found out Rose worked in a restaurant closer to AFC. Casa del Sabor.”

I cursed.