Bab 13: 13. Revenge
Adrian took out all the money he had in his wallet to Shaga, right in the man's hand lying out of the blanket. Just twenty minutes after they had done a long activity earlier, Shaga still said nothing under the covers Adrian spread out for him. He just lay quietly since just now, blankly. Adrian couldn't see his expression. "I'll transfer the rest."
Shaga started moving, he immediately stood up and grabbed his body from the blanket and Adrian gasped to find a trail of fresh blood flowing from Shaga's groin that left him speechless. What has he done? How much has he done until for the first time Adrian saw such a chaotic Shaga? Red traces were everywhere on Shaga's skin, and it was as if Adrian had only noticed it now.
Shaga immediately put on the clothes he had previously worn, as if nothing had happened before making Adrian's chest drop. Pheromone never lies, although Shaga's face does not show anything he feels, but the pheromone scent arising from Omega's fear and strong disappointment almost makes Adrian's breathing feel tight. Fear?
"Adrian, you have already got what you want. I got what I wanted, then let's not know each other anymore." Shaga stepped forward, took a few banknotes handed by Adrian, and placed them on the nightstand. "I paid for the suppressor. My business is done."
"Shaga, isn't this what I expected?"
"Like what? I'll clean myself up and do it again, I know if my service is bad."
Who is this? Who is this person standing in front of him?
"Stop it, Shaga. What nonsense is this? You are not like you."
"Can I say the same? You are not like yourself either. I came here because I trust you." Adrian gasped at Shaga's last sentence, the man turned until his back was facing Adrian. "I want to say last time, neither you nor Garvin are liars. I hope you guys don't fool other Omegas out there."
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"Unfortunately, can't choose the end of your life." The deep voice became the only word spoken in a damp and dim room.
The dark gray eyes flashed, but he didn't show any emotion printed on his hard face. The hunting breath exchanged each other from three figures tied each in the corner of the room. He was fed up with their voices, cutting off the tongues of the men one by one and putting their body parts in the trash can made him give a little compassion. Moreover, three glasses of cold orange juice should make them a little better.
The astonishing thing is the loss of their courage, especially from one of the dirty ash-haired people who has been staring at him fiercely since just now, but the pheromone cannot lie that the person was scared to death. Sad.
"Shooting each one in the head is an easy death. Where is the fun?" He sucked one stick of nicotine and exhaled it. He reached into the gun from his pocket and suddenly felt satisfaction as the three pairs of eyes watched his every move. "But not wanting to waste time, just do it."
The shiny black shoes he was wearing made a sound when he stepped closer, the tip of the gun had been directly above the ash-haired man's head with a click. "No farewell?"
However, of course, there was no farewell so he immediately pulled the trigger after moving the tip of the gun into the man's mouth. The gunshots became the last sound in the room.
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