#Chapter17
Valentine
The room was silent, too silent that it hurt my ears. I kept staring at this bastard who opened another pack of cigar and placed a stick between his lips but froze before he can light it. He pried it away and clutched his hairs hard. I was wrong, he looked more distressed than Harman. What should I do now? How can I trust him? He could be playing it all.
/"Okay. If I accept this deal, what will I gain in return? I don't want your fucking peace when I can squish you under my boot./" I said swaying a bit on my chair. He pursed his lips and rubbed his face.
