Pierce stood up and whirled around, fists clenched by his sides. His eyes blazed angrily. "Casper." He said the name, tone dripping with impatience and irritation. He was a volcano on the verge of eruption. "Shut the fuck up. You have two options right now: Keep going with this temper tantrum and end up sedated and chained to a hospital bed, or leave. I recommend the second option. You're not thinking clearly." And he wasn't helping the situation either - no way in hell would Pierce ever consider letting David meet this kid. They'd both end up dead.