Liam who wore a nose mask to conceal his identity began to transform before the battered victim's eyes. He slipped off his jacket, revealing a starched white shirt beneath, and carelessly tossed it aside. With a few swift motions, he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. The glint of his watch vanished as he removed it, along with his cufflinks and tie, casting them aside like shed skin. His eyes, once hidden behind a mask of elegance, now gleamed with an unnerving intensity. As he moved closer to the victim, his shirt sleeves strained against his flexed muscles, hinting at the power beneath.
Darkness covered the whole room as it became too cold for the victim to breathe. There's no AC here, why am I shivering like a little girl? Who is this man? Oh no I just messed with the wrong person, this guy is is gonna send me hell No maybe a place worse than hell. I don't want to die yet. The guy tied to the chair thought to himself as he watched every movement of Liam's.
Liam sat down directly opposite the guy and stared deep into his eyes. As if he could see right him,He could see the fear and terror in his eyes.
"Breathe" Liam's voice echoed in the room send more shivers down the spine of the young man. His voice cut the air like a knife, leaving the trail of fear in the wake.
The young man immediately started gasping for air. He didn't realize when he stopped breathing all because of the presence of a man. No, his not just any man, his the reincarnate of evil itself.
"Who's your boss" he asked
"Si…..si… Mr... I don't know who he is I promise… just spare my life this one time I won't ever mess with you again ever" the man cried out for mercy.
"Spare you say…. I need a name and that will determine if you're leaving dead or alive" Liam said again as he dropped a pistol gently on the table
" sir I promise I don't know who I work for, I've never met him or her all i know is that I get calls from this person and after the work is completed I get paid in cash" the man said again.
Judging from how scared he is at the moment, Liam couldn't find any reason for him to lie and besides anyone that wants to play games in him will not act so carelessly and foolish as to not cover his/her tracts considering all the resources he has at his disposal. Liam stood up and left without saying a word.
"Take him to the safe house,make sure his treated and well fed until his injuries are completely healed. I need to have a proper conversation with him" Liam said to Tom the moment he left the room.
Who could be behind all this? You see clever now don't you to mess with me. I need to be on the lookout cause i know you're just starting. I wonder who our mystery man is. Liam thought to himself as he drove home.
Meanwhile, Elisa has being anxiously waiting for Andrea to come back home from work since she couldn't wait to hear from her how the day went.
'Knock knock'
The person at the door knocked and opened it immediately.
"Andrea!!!! I've been wait for you, how was day, hope he did make it hard for you" Elisa said immediately as she rushed towards the door hugged her. She knew from the knock that it was Andrea.
After she didn't hear a word from her, she released her and looked at the state of her best friend. Andrea's exhaustion was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to radiate from her very being.
Her eyes, red-rimmed and sunken, looked like two dark wells of despair, her eyelids drooping as if the weight of her own gaze was too much to bear. The skin around them was puffy and pale, like the delicate petals of a flower that had been trampled by the harsh realities of the world.
Andrea's hair, usually a rich, chestnut brown, hung in tangled, greasy locks around her face, framing her features with a dull, lackluster curtain. Her lips, normally painted with a bright, cheerful smile, now seemed pale and cracked, like the dry earth of a parched landscape.
As Andrea shuffled into the house, her movements slow and labored,Elisa could see the tension etched in every line of her body. Her shoulders slumped, her head hung low, and her arms seemed to drag along the floor, as if the weight of her own stress was crushing her.
"Hey," Andrea mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, as she collapsed onto the couch, her body seeming to sag into the cushions like a deflated balloon. "I just needed to get out of there. I couldn't take it anymore, I think I picked the wrong boss".