Serurora’s POV.
“Tell me, Serurora, why were you at Mr Gregory’s house?” Special Agent Jones asked as he leans back in the chair with his arms folded over his chest. Yeah, buddy, I know you don’t want to be here and that makes two of us.
“I went to speak with him to make sure everything was ok.” I say in response, and he nods his head thoughtfully.
“You always carry a firearm when making house calls?” Special Agent Simmons asks with a snort and I look at him.
“Do you? What am I saying of course you do, you are giving off small d**k energy right now. I see your kind nightly at the club. Strutting around like you could conquer an army when in fact you crave nothing more than to dominate and you don’t care how or with whom. Isn’t that right, Special Agent Simmons?” I say taunting him and
