Echoes of Rage

Victor hit his knuckles so hard on the wheels that they began to turn white. His eyes filled with rage, and all he wanted to do was punch something, or rather someone, so hard that it would transfer all of his rage and turn it into tiredness.

When he stepped out of the car, Simon also stepped out as well,

“Who does that bastard think he is? How dare he tell me what to do?” Victor murmured, stari