"Well who were the bastards that decided it was a good idea to kill my daughter???!!" He yelled back. "I told you pieces of trash what I would do if you hurt Angel. I went as far as begging you to not kill her. BEGGING. Yeah. I tried to reason with you low lives. Did you think I was joking?? She was my daughter!"

Crap. He lost it. He tried to breathe, stepping away from the bars and he glanced down. Would he have killed them anyway if they spared her? Yes. Without a doubt. But that was aside the point. That anger was building up again. They needed to die. Terrible, gruesome, excruciating deaths.