The devil you know
But he couldn’t focus when the woman was making a ruckus.
He walked around the table towards her. She backed herself into a corner, holding her hands out in front of her, shouting the same sentences repeatedly. Bane grabbed both her hands with one of his and stood right in front of her, looking into those brilliant eyes.
“Will you shut the fuck up!” he roared at her.
She fell silent, and he saw tears fill her eyes. Her lips trembled. Oh fuck, he thought. Like most men, a crying woman scared him shitless. He would rather have a gunfight with a hundred of his worst enemies than have to deal with one crying woman.