Craze

Nickaulas pushed the door open and slightly bent his tall frame to get inside the cell. The dark room was lit by a zero watt bulb dangling from the cieling. A man was tied against the wall, his beard painted in red blood, his hsirt was torn. The captive was glaring at Nickaulas. Nickaluas- unperturbed by his death glare appraised his appearance.

"I see my boys received you well, Walter," Nick smirked and sauntered closer to the captive. Stefan and his other men were standing on the other side of the cell. Nickaulas was smirking but his eyes told a different story. Those vicious orbs although appearing cool were full of dark deadly intent. They lusted for his pain. The air turned chiller around them. Hair lifted on man's nape.

Two days ago, Nick's men had caught two suspects tailing Angela and found out they were sent by Walter. They were planning to attack her during the fashion show. Nick instructed Stefan to bring him Walter alive. Walter had many times shown his enmity for Nick b