Then Oliver's jaw tightened at the admission, his fists curling at his sides, but William pressed on, his words sharp and venomous.
"I've learned something over the years, Oliver," he continued, his tone rising slightly, carrying the weight of pent-up resentment. "If you want something truly want it you don't wait for it to come to you. You take it. You do whatever it takes. You bleed, you fight, and you destroy anyone who stands in your way."
His eyes narrowed into a glare, locking on Oliver's. "And you… you've been in my way from the start."
Hearing Williams words Oliver's brows furrowed, his breathing heavy, but William didn't give him room to speak. He stepped even closer, their foreheads almost touching now, the raw heat of his anger radiating off him.
