Chapter eighty two

Zayn's POV

"MY decisions are in the best interests of our city!" I roar at them, losing my cool.

Maxine stood up to stare at me eye ball to eye ball. "You and I both know that they are not. You're just doing this so you can get your mate back, who you lost." He sneered at me.

I want to punch that stupid smug expression on his face away, and my hands itched from resisting the urge to do this.

"If I were you, I'd be careful with what I say next," I said, my tone deathly calm.

I was seconds away from snapping his filthy neck from the rest of his body.

"Or what? You're going to kill me, just like you did whoever stands in your way?" He threatens me.

And that's it

I didn't know when I'd left my seat and was about to wrap my hands around his fragile throat. But then Old Man Kruger came between us, stopping us from effectively finishing each other off.

"ENOUGH!" He bellowed, his old wrinkled face twisting with annoyance

I stared at Maxine with hate shooting from my eyes, my whole body t