#Chapter 110
Warren
/"He's inside sir,/" Tristan informs me.
Opening the door to the warehouse I step inside and find the culprit tied to a chair. His dark eyes find me immediately and a smirk itches his lips.
My fingers curl into fists but I inhale a deep breath. Extending a chair in front of him I sit down and get rid of my jacket.
/"You gave me a long run./" I fold my sleeves up to my elbows and lean forward on my knees.
/"You can kill me./" Victor, the thief, gruffs out in a nonchalant tone.
/"I will./" I know fear well enough to detect it. And the bastard is crippling in terror, under the tough exterior he's putting on.
/"What are you waiting for?/" My fist hits his cheek so hard that my bones displace under my skin.
/"Revenge./" I punch him across the jaw and hear the crack in the bone. Strangely, the sick twisted part of me savors the sound of it.
