The shiny silver watch who says 35 minutes past by 4 is resting on the wrist of a large veiny hand, holding the knob he twisted it, with that the wooden door opened making a creaking sound, he stood there and stared at the room for a while.
Tuck.. tuck... tuck... tuck..., with the sounds of his boots clicking to the wooden floor he entered the cottage with five of his men in black suits following him behind, standing in middle of the living area he shoved his hands in his pockets, the grey pair of his haunter eyes roamed around the hall for a while, he turned to the men behind him and gave them a cold stare and before he even command them they walked to the different corners of the cottage and started doing whatever they have told to do,
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He took some steps, as soon as he reached near the large window, the curly black hairs on his forhead started waving with the rhythm of wind, the shadows of huge trees are falling on his figure darkening his aura a bit more
He seemed lost in the moment when suddenly His phone ringed in his pocket and he stuffed his hand into it, taking his phone out he pressed it against his ear,
"Hmm" he only hummed and it seems like that was enough for that person on call to just spit all he have to say, Hearing the person something changed in his eyes, his brows twitched up from the ends and jaw clenched tight
He grabbed the knob of the drawer beside the window, taking a whiskey bottle out he made his way to the single couch placed right in front of the breathtaking view of the window, The clouds are now darkening the sky with the lightnings
He took the whiskey bootle in his hand, griping the lid with his teeth he pulled it off and poured the liquor in a thick shiny glass placed on the table
Sitting on the sofa with an agressive expression on his face, he's massaging his temple with his forefinger and thumb, trying his best to ease the anger rushing through his veins, his grey pair of eyes are staring at the view of his window, The lightning of the sky is reflecting in his eyes making shiny bule lines like nerves, clouds are thundering loudly which can make anyone shivering by it but he seems unaffected. The phone is pressed against his ear as his brows are twitched at the displeasing words of a person on the other line of the phone. While Other hand is busy playing with the thick glass of whiskey
"Get him under my foot" he spoke and His insanely rough voice came like the demon's whispers pouring down the soul
"Boss, he's the son of the MLA of that area" The person on the other side of call replied, stuttering, Hearing the excuse his anger increases even more..
"what the hell you all were doing....? "getting your ass FUCKED, YOU CUNTS?!!!!, he shouted and the roughly-deep voice came roaring out his throat and echoed in the room
that was enough to make that person tremble out of fear
"B Boss we were about to" the person on the call tried to explain himself but just in middle
