"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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The hall resonated with loud yells which belonged to multiple men. In the dark hallway every guard stood like a statue. The third room of the hallway, the sound echoing from that particular room.
The room door was open, there were eight men in count who were tied to chair with thick rope which had dry blood and fresh blood stains on it.
The whole room smelt of blood, the air mixing with blood, and the screams making the whole atmosphere seem scary.
Nedvar stood a few steps away from the scene, a blank face, his grey eyes looking pissed and frustrated.
When he got the message that they got the lead of that Ivan guy, he rushed out leaving his dame on the bed...
He was annoyed at the fact that he was about to kiss her more, but was interrupted by this shit.
Never in his life he hated to torture someone which logically was his favourite hobby, guess after a woman enters your life, hobbies change to cuddle and sucking off!
Rocco and Leopoldo are torturing the four men they caught who had escaped when they had caught the man Mitchell.
"Step back!" Nedvar's cold voice echoed making Rocco and Leopoldo halt in their positions.
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They nod to their Capo, as his face clearly screams that he will put a bullet to the head of anyone who stops him now.
Nedvar walked to a man who had a bleeding nose and bruised up body which looked awful. He rounded the man while his predating grey orbs turned dark by remembering how they had planned about harming his dame.
"You know what? hmm.." he questioned while trailing hum in his deep voice, while he roamed his eyes at the tools which hang on the wall hooks, and some laid on the small rusty table. The room being dimly lit, making him look perfect ruthless man, they call him.
"Good that you know that I don't like my prey speaking except for their screams of pain." Nedvar walked to the man, who was going to be his first prey.
He pulled the man from the back of his chair, harshly yanking him to the middle of the room, while his other friends, and Mitchell their pussy boss watch him.
