HIS PEERLESS HALF

CHAPTER - 10 (Awkward greetings & family feast)

AUTHOR'S POV:

Talking about view, a deserted area came into sight. It was more like outskirt of city. Warehouses were lined, keeping the view of distance, as any storage buildings.

No one can guess that the decent building they are looking at, is a blood-soaked property where many rogues has been assacinated.

The interior walls were painted dark to avoid the stains of red fluid. A metallic scent was lingering in the property, forcing the dreadful guards, carrying lethal guns, to cover their nose.

A black car halted in front of the structure with a screeching sound, alerting the guards.

A man, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, meticulously observing the surroundings, exited it. His brown orbs were hidden behind his black shades. The bulging abs and biceps were telling the story of his strict diet. His sharp jawline was looking more pointed due to his clenched jaw.

He took long strides towards the slightly corroded metallic gate. With every stride, the anger inside him was raising with such velocity that it took only few moments for it to reach at it's peak.

The doors opened wide, allowing him to move further towards his bloody prey. He walked deep into the basement, every thud of his step, against the marble flooring, promising a dreadful and brutally-painful death to the pathetic-cowards, hanging to the wall.

Every thud of his step, was more than enough to give goosebumps to the latter ones.

The door of the room flew open and there comes the death itself.

He smirked, seeing the sweaty bodies of the two men, hanging to the wall with open-caged arms and wide legs.

The metallic scent of the blood was enough to satisfy the beast.

"So, what's up?" The hunter asked mockingly to the prey.

"L-leave us, please. We be-" A man said, in a barely conscious state, only to be inturrepted.

"Tsk tsk. Too late." Yuvaan clicked his tongue.

Many weapons were placed in the shelves of wall. A thick, bullet-proof glass was covering them.

Yuvaan signaled the guards to move out, except two.

He then took a very thick rope, nails emerging from them, out of the shelf.

He lifted his thick lashes to see the reaction of the men. The satisfaction he got by watching there parted lips, wide eyes, lump in throats and tears, was beyond anything.

The two guards moved away, fearing to get hurt. They too gulped looking at the nails.

"No! Please -no. No. Ple-Ahhhhhh!" A man began to request, only to inturrept ownself with a painful scream.

The nails along with rope dug into his skin erupting a loud cry in agony. He continued to lash him with it.

Now every inch of his torso was covered in sieve red-purplish marks. The blood dripping from the wounds was not helping his condition either.

"You really thought that you can burn my shipments or worst steal it. Tsk tsk. Wrong move. Because of you both, I have to leave the important task and focus on the shit you both created. So......
Now bear the aftermath", saying this Yuvan, one more time, lashed on his cheek.

"You were the one under the water?" Yuvan asked him, not leaving the room for further denial.

"Ye-Yes." He stuttered.

"Very well." Yuvan said and rubbed the salt all over his face and torso.

He was wearing gloves, so chill!