Chapter 8

Cole. “Why won’t she fear me?! Why won’t she yield to me?!!” I barked as I smashed the bottles in Martins mini bar but with every shattering sound they made, none of them could ease me. I didn’t even realize when I had started living around Martin’s large living room demolishing every furniture I could set my eyes on. All that flooded my mind were images of Marianne. “Not only is her tongue razor sharp but those eyes are sure the most defiant gaze I’ve ever seen in my life! How dare she?!! I am Cole Burton of Black Rose Pack! She should fear me! Fear for the horror I’m going to torment her life with!!” “You do realize you’re turning my home upside down?” Martins calmly interjected, he was seated on his white three-seater couch with a cup of chilled whiskey dangling in his hand. I exhaled deeply, staring at him in disbelief. “Fuck it!!” I smashed the small glass stool by the side of his seat. “Hey! That cost a fortune!” He blared. I hissed and grumbly sat beside him. I combed thr