Elijah exhaled harshly, letting go of his nose. He spread his arms wide, frustration bleeding into his voice. "Are you serious right now?! You kicked my damn door open out of nowhere! Look at that thing!"
He pointed at the door, still barely hanging onto its hinges after Enzo's brutal kick. "Who wouldn't pull a gun on someone after a kick like that?"
"What were you expecting me to do? Stand up and greet you with a fucking handshake?! I was just protecting myself!"
Enzo turned his head slightly, his gaze flickering towards the now-damaged door. It was barely clinging to its frame, tilted awkwardly as if on the verge of collapse.
He let out a scoff before suddenly punching the chair's backrest, his fist landing just beside Elijah's head. "Lies," he said. "You fired the second the door opened. Hell, it hadn't even fully opened yet before your bullet flew past me. Almost like you knew we were coming and were aiming at the door, just waiting for us to step in."
