He's pissed - maybe livid would be the right word, really - and the men across from him deserve no mercy.

He glances down at the cards in his hand and back up at the men at his table. Traitors.

This entire poker game, he's been trying to figure out the best way to make them suffer for what they did.

His eyes shoot up when the door opens and his frown lightens for a split second before it gets even deeper.