Chapter 53
Somewhere in the City of the dark clouds which was a famous place known for its illegal activities. In the dark night, a shadow loomed over the abandoned building, bringing terror and tremors from the people who sucked in a deep breath as the shadow passed by them.
The shadow was of a person they knew would bring out his sword and cut their face in a way to leave them in pain for the rest of their life.
He never liked playing around without empty threats, but what he didn’t like even more was betrayal by his own species
How could they? Didn’t they have any conscience? They were already betrayed by the world, those loyal dogs who pretend to have a group that would always have their back, but does anyone really have their backs in this cursed world? If yes, why were they left alone in the first place?
a cunning and calculative hierarchy, a hierarchy he was hell–bent on destroying.
Satan. That’s what they called him. That’s who he was. To the world. And he liked it like that. He liked the fear he had established over the years. It didn’t just start overnight.
“Where is he?” His voice was cold, void of emotions, promising nothing but a slow, agonizing death to anyone who would dare to oppose him.
“in the dungeons, sir,” his subordinate bowed in respect.
“Bring him,” He ordered crisply.
With his body turned in the direction of the window, he looked out at the raging storm that was nothing in front of the storm brewing in his heart.
His heart that he was once a soft organ for someone, that someone, who still doesn’t know he
exists.
After a wait of five minutes, he heard some noise behind him. The muffled voices of a gagged man being brought into the hall and then being tied to the chair resounded, followed by the thunderclaps
outside
“He is here, sir” The subordinate said, and the man himself nodded, a clear indication for everyone to vacate the place since Satan wanted to interrogate a miser who put him in a tough spot. Once he could hear the man’s ragged breathing along his close and loyal subordinate, the man finally turned around to look at the person bound to the chair
He looked at his subordinates to start with the introduction, the information they could gather around him
The subordinate didn’t need to be told twice
The rogue name is Kyle. He turned into a rogue three years ago when his mate died. He has a six–year–old daughter and has been living with a new woman for two years who is pregnant with his second child
Has three bank accounts and has been approached by the council, which he denied.
He has been dealing with drugs, illegal chemicals trafficking, weapons trafficking and spying on the database of many packs and sometimes rogue too. His recent activity was more around hacking the database of the rogue, and the intentions are unclear, but it seemed like he was looking for a
NEM, JAK Dena Beough it. He was looking for the rogue head, the subordinate started as the
waed the person bed to the chair
him shed the bluck, cloth that was placed over his head and bound around his neck to keep his väga palled, looking straight into his eyes.
Apart from this, he has a younger brother who goes to college and lives in the suburbs near the Dark Sputer pack with the rogue pass he got from the local police. Most importantly, he is known start with his work name, K,” the subordinate ended the brief introduction, and Satan
ded at the man
The sonde was evil K could see it. The man in front of him meant nothing good. It horrified him. blow were these men able to get so much information about him even when he had ensured that be looked has information and deleted it from most databases?
Who are you guys K shouted as soon as the man in the hood in front of him jerked the duct tape
The man leaned back and looked him up and down, an evil smirk playing on his face.
Hay pulled his gun from his pocket, and without a second word, he aimed it at his foot and shot. Nou mother taaaaaa!” K shouted in pure pain, and the man smirked further.
Only ask questions here Let it be a lesson,” He said in a bored tone as he played with the tip of the quin, his eves holding a black fire in them.
What do you want from me? Why have you captured me? Why – K sucked Inna deep breath when the man pointed the gun to his manhood, letting it over there.
“One more extra word than needed and asked, you won’t live to see your unborn child, and then I’ll kill that child in the womb of your second wife to atone for his father’s sin, and if that wouldn’t be enough, I will kill your wife, your brother and your daughter–not your daughter. I will rear her. Wait for her to turn 12, and you know after that, the man said, and K struggled in his seat, the pain insuffing the anger he was feeling.
Sewing the man wasn’t speaking anymore, Satan was feeling much more satisfied, and he looked at his subordinate, who stepped forward and threw some photos on his lap.
The man in question immediately shivered when he recognised the photos. It was him and his brother sneaking the rogue’s body out of the suburbs, trying to be as sneaky as possible.
it would’ve been an easy job if someone skilled was with him, but his brother wasn’t accustomed to that kind of illegal work, and he made a mistake. The mistake was for a few seconds only. He has dropped the body, revealing the face to the security camera.
They had thought no one would notice them, but it looked like they got caught.
Such an ugly sight, no? Let me ask you one question, and it will decide the fate of your entire Tamil Satan rubbed the barrel of his gun.
“Who killed Car? i know you didn’t, so don’t try to lie. I saw his body and studied it myself,” Satan placed the gun tip on his lips thoughtfully.
know you know him, so give me the fucking name and designation, Satan said, and K gulped. He was asking about Anastasia. It didn’t take him a second to understand it, but how could he tell
about her and break the treaty?
