Kai Vanderall

it had been 26 days since he’d let Grayson get away. he’d been this close to slaughtering that son of a bitch when that mimic caught him off guard..a mimic, a godsdamned mimic. just a lump of flesh, that’s all it took.

Kai grimaced, how could he let such an insignificant thing throw him off like that?

he looked down at the bruises at his wrist, covering them with his sleeves.

that would be the last time he disappointed his father.

since then he’d made some changes, first, trainings for their men became excruciatingly difficult- he wanted no more “mishaps”, nothing that could be blamed on lack of training. second, he’d posted 8 more units to guard the west side of the city. the drug cartels were getting out of control and he knew it, one slip and they’d all be behind bars- well he wouldn’t but their business would be wrecked. and third-

Good evening sir!

he looked up to see a smiling face, not something he was particularly used to

I’ve got your tea right here, andddd we can go over the nights agenda whenever your ready

he hired a personal assistant, originally it was so he had something to hit whenever he needed…anger management. but now..it seems this girl was actually useful. it didn’t change what he could do if he wanted..but it did change that fact that he for some odd reason…didn’t want to hurt her at all.