Chapter 75: Narrow Alleyway

[3rd POV—Damon]

The nasty smell of rotten flesh wafted into the long-abandoned dark alleyway far from the city as Damon skirted the damp concrete pavement. His leather shoes pounded with a loud tickety-tock with each step, and the monotonous pattering of water droplets resounded in the background.

“Shit!”

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it on his nose to block the horrible scent.

The smell of death does not overwhelm him, but that does not mean as well that it does not annoy the hell out of him. Especially when one’s death was sloppily made.

“Turn left on the next alley.” Davien’s voice instructed through the com-device.

Damon hissed just as the smell grew stronger that even the thick fabric was only little of help and giving him no other choice but to discard it.

The further Damon goes, the narrower the alleyway gets.

Later this evening right, just a few hours after they arrived in his mansion when they received a call from one of his men that he sent to spy