Myron's POV
"Fuck! Fuck! Fúuuuccckkkk!" I screamed, picking up the vase and throwing it across the room. It shattered in impact with the wall, it's debris scattering everywhere.
"What the hell, Myron! I thought you said this was a full proof plan? You said you had the word of the commissioner that she wasn't going to get out. You said the men killed her. So who did we see today? Her ghost?.....
Tiff went on blabbing and ranting. It made my blood boil. I needed silence so I could think.
"Shut the hell up!" I yelled.
"Don't shout at me you bastard!" She retorted, her hand flying across the air. I felt a sharp sting on my cheeks. My eyes widened in surprise.
"Did you just slap me?"
"And I'll do it again if you don't....
The next second, my hands were on her neck. She doesn't get to do that.
"You're hurting me." She choked out but that didn't stop me.
Her eyes were starting to water and they had turned red. She hit my hands, desperate for air.
