Chapter- [ 13 ]

Hunter Storm

I look at my watch, it shows five forty, the evening has rolled on. Instead of getting ready to meet Valentina at her apartment, I am impatient to run back to my own house.

It has been ten hours since I last saw her but my mind is filled with her images, her sweet voice echoing in my ears and her scent....it keeps giving my cock a hard time to stay hibernated.

I look around the basement of our warehouse, all I could smell the rotten and rusty air. Death always looms inside the freezing walls, we keep it far from any source of warmth, so our enemies realise what it means when you fuck with Storms. The copious amount of blood that seeped on the concrete floor, a person can hardly stay in the dark confinements, there's no source of ventilation. In my grandfather's words, if our enemies would only go to the hell then why should we not make them habitual with the cold and darkness. A prediction for those who dares to come on our bad side.

A warning, a forthcoming for those wh