Chris walked through the hallways of the school at a quick pace. No one tried to stop or slow him down which was likely a good thing with how pissed the man was. He had gotten called by the school that his kid who he'd adopted a few months before had been involved in a fight. His dark brown eyes were stormy with anger as he opened the door to the Principals office.

The mobster crossed his arms fixing you with a stare as he closed the door behind him. He was not pleased at all. After all, he had explicitly told you no fights.