When the door was finally opened for him he just stared absently at Mathias trying to simmer down some so he could think rationally when talking to the guy. He wasnâ€™t even bothered by the fact he had been completely naked when he answered; they were both men anyway so it wasnâ€™t like they had anything different. And second, there was so much shit going through his mind right now that Victor didnâ€™t give a flying fuck that Mathias was naked at the moment. As soon as he went back to his room, he would immediately have to tell his father what happened and he knew the man was going to hit the roof, and he didnâ€™t even know where to begin explaining himself to Mathias. His heart was racing and the gun almost trembled in his hands as his mouth opened to talk. For whatever reason he just couldnâ€™t find the right words and decided to wait until he was a little calmer before he said anything.<br/><br/>It took a lot to get Victor to completely lose it like this since he was normally a mild-mannered person who didnâ€™t let a lot of things under his skin. He always made sure to keep his composure during missions or else he would be an easy target especially with two different sets of enemies on his ass now. Knowing that his fatherâ€™s enemies knew he was here already was not sitting well with him and his stress levels were rising quite a bit. He gave Mathias a stern look but it softened slightly when he saw his face pale when he noticed the gun. Though he didnâ€™t seem like much to most people Victor really could be intimidating as hell when he wanted to be especially around his fatherâ€™s enemies, after all he was not an excellent marksman for nothing. He had to be when dealing with dangerous people and he was especially on edge knowing that Mathias wasâ€¦ in the roomâ€¦<br/><br/>â€¦naked with that manâ€¦ He didnâ€™t even want to know, but he could probably put the puzzle together. Maybe. Oh God he hoped not. Though he wasâ€¦ warnedâ€¦<br/><br/>â€œWhat am I doing with this gun? What the fuck am I doing with this gun, you ask!?â€ Victor could not help but sound quite livid when he finally spoke, eyes boring deep into Mathias, â€œWhat the fuck were you doing with that man!? Do you have any fucking idea who that was? You could have been killed if he knew I was with you before you just dragged him in here.â€ He felt like clawing his face off right then and there as he tried to calm down. Everything in his vision seemed to focus only on Mathias, thoughts continuing to run through his mind like fucking mad. It was driving him crazy. What if Mathias was secretly one of his fatherâ€™s enemies and they were actually plotting something? It was a crazy thought but it stuck. By now, anything was fucking possible. Hell he was sure he wouldnâ€™t be the least bit surprised if that was the case.<br/><br/>Fuck. Everything was going so wrong right now. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.<br/><br/>Running a hand through his hair he tucked his gun away safely out of sight and took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself more so he didnâ€™t freak the guy out anymore than he had. Though on second thought, maybe he should freak the guy out a bit in some way to let him know he was serious. â€œI let you out of my sight for one night. One. And youâ€™reâ€¦â€ he let his words trail off as he sighed, shaking his head. â€œFuck it. I need to go tell my dad about this. This is not good.â€ He muttered before he stormed out of the room and returned to his own, bracing himself for the conversation with his father. The man was definitely not going to be happy and he even had half a mind to tell the guy. But he knew he needed his fatherâ€™s help now. Goddamnitâ€¦