Chapter 163

• “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Michael snarled, backhanding one of his men. “I pay you to follow my orders and carry them out, not to use your stupid head and screw things up. You moron!”
• The guy fell backwards on his butt, shaking with rage and shame but unable to raise his eyes or voice.
• Michael locked his gaze on the man and spun around to return to the couch, only to pause and return to kick the man on the shin.