MADDING ANGER

Ezekiel

In one of the many dark rooms in the underground factory in Russia were illegal gems and rare stones were being shipped from across foreign countries. I sat on a throne-like chair majestically.

Tapping on the armrest, my neck raised high while my eyes were brewing with uttermost cruelty and danger pitching. I mouthed, dropping the smile while my eyes to glisten in brutal ness.

“I see you won't speak. The diamond was safely packed along with the rest goods under my men's supervision and you say that it didn't arrive on the coast ship."

A man covered in blood from head to toe, his eyes almost lifeless with his face badly beaten, his fingers were chopped off, leaving the middle one intact, but not for long.

“I promise I don't know where they are. I never had my eyes on them after it left the factory Mr. Santiago is lying boss." he groaned, holding his chest.

I flickered my tongue. The fool was still. Lying even when he was already on his way to the gates of death, he w