Click, click...
He clicked his lighter on and burned the cigarette to get some smoke while his fingers touched the armrest of the leather couch, tapping it involuntarily in a precise rhythm.
The sky turned into a shade darker, foretelling the advent of the storm. Ironic to the one that he was going to engender the day after tomorrow. A last blow and everything ends. He chuckled at his musing and took another puff of his cigarette.
It wouldn't have come up to this if the bomb blast succeeded to kill Dhruv. If the bullet aimed at Dimitri wouldn't have been missed. But, those two fucking bitches had to ruin everything. Well, fortunately, one is dead. And the other remains. So, he would make sure that the other is peacefully wiped out from the face of the earth.
