I... I can't... "I can't believe you did that..." I hissed, feeling how my eyes automatically dimmed. I blinked my eyes, unable to conceal the rage in my eyes!
I stood there, with trembling hands, clenching my teeth, balling my hand to a fist as my head dropped to land my gaze on the guy that I held hostage...
He is dead... He is alive until his mate shot him down! How can they... How can he...!
"How can you do that to one of your men?!" I yelled, while feeling the tightening pain in my chest, my blood boiling in madness!
The bandit masked man, wearing tattered black jeans, who shot my dead hostage, scoffed and burst out laughing in front of me with no sign of guilt...
His kind of people pisses me off!
The strength on my knees slowly disappeared. My knees felt the hot, rough texture of the cement road...
I stared at the blood gushing down from the dead man's chest...
Those eyes... his eyes that are widely opened from the shock of feeling that quick shot!
