Chapter 22:

Xander held the trigger, his hands twirling around the gun, until, he flashed it angrily to the man's ear. "Tell me." His voice came out wicked. "Did you really do it?" His hands itched to fire the trigger, but he calmed himself down, trying to normalize it.

The man struggled with the ropes that binded him to the chair, his veins popping forward a lighter shade of green, as he struggled with the cord. "I didn't do it, I really didn't." Tiny amount of blood streaked down his face and down unto his lips.

His head dangled around the chair, and he waved his bloody hands. "Please. I didn't do it."

The underworld stinked of blown cigar, the smoke filling the whole room where they were in, the room was empty, except with the chair and the man, followed with Xander who leaned on the wall, the gun flashing in his hands, before a tiny smirk was placed between his lips.

"Do you know what a gun is?" His voice laced with mockery. "This could destroy your life."

"Please." The man cried out. "I don