Payback

VOID

Rage boiled within me like a cauldron over a blazing fire. All I saw was red, and the feel of hot blood pumping through my veins.

How dare she?! How dare she make a mockery of my job to try and escape me?

Ruled by rage, I stormed out of the room, retrieved my car keys and drove out of the house.

My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles turned white. How long had it been since she escaped? How did she even escape? Where could she fúcking be?

I growled at the thought of her escaping me. Hell no! She doesn't escape me. Her fate is in my hands and my hands alone.

I never deal with a victim and let them escape me. That wasn't how I fucking became the King of the night. This bitch would've been dead if it wasn't for Rocco's shitty plan. So, hell no. She doesn't get to escape me. Not unless she's confirmed to be unworthy of my bullet, or the edge of my knife.

I looked sideways as I drove along the streets. Only the devil knew the plans I had in min