"She's pregnant! Pregnant!"
Namira snapped, her voice loud enough to echo violently against the walls. Her body visibly shook with rage as she spoke to the two men standing in front of her. Their expressions were mostly nonchalant, bordering on indifferent—but for Namira, it was obvious that she was only just getting started.
"Do you know what this means? Do either of you?" she demanded, her tone clearly pissed off.
Dante was already a threat, but at least he had been a manageable one. Without any children, getting rid of him meant getting rid of all their problems. Namira pointed this out sharply, still clearly furious at having found out so late.
"We are all competitors. What's one more?" Furie asked with a casual shrug of his shoulders.
Warren couldn't help but nod his head in agreement, unable to understand why Namira was making a mountain out of a molehill.
