#Chapter74
12 months ago
Third Person
Calmly, he walked towards the surrounded vehicle to meet the reason for his restlessness. Opening the door without caution, he settled inside and immediately coughed. The smoke of cigarettes was everywhere. Volkov chuckled softly before throwing the stick out and then turns to face the young man. Valentine didn’t look at him but stared ahead. A dark aura fringed his still body and jaw was locked hard. His gloved hands although laid on his knees unmoving but were itching to rip the man beside into thousand shreds. A heinous storm was rolling inside his mind. For a moment, none of them spoke. The men outside could taste the strain inside the car in thin air. Finally, getting bored of lingering anxiety, Volkov motioned at Gaston to get out of the car, who obliged within seconds. The two dons were making him nervous. He was about to vomit his entrails out.
/"Hello, Romero. Came here to kiss me goodbye?/"
