SCOTT
I couldn't contain the happiness I was feeling right now, but it was only ruined after a few seconds. Jaxon, a boy I picked up from the street, is lying on the ground with his blood gushing out from the wound on his chest.
Even though I am cold and don't show any emotion towards them as well as to all my men, it doesn't mean I don't care, and the one I care more about is Jaxon and Harry. They are like younger brothers that I don't have. They are like my real family because I am the one who raised them. I am the one who curved who they are right now and seeing him bathing with his blood brought back the terrifying memories of my parents' death, and all I wanted to do was to avenge him. To kill whoever shot him, and with that thought, I ran to the Hotel where the bullet came from.
