"Jason! Jason! Jason!"
Deaf to the shout and cheers praising his alias, all Clyde could hear was his nefarious breath seeping out of the holes on the white mask covering his face.
Nothing but a wrathful storm could be seen in his ocean blue irises as he stared at his fourth victim, who was carried out of the cage in a stretcher and bathed in his own blood, coldly and menacingly.
But no, this wasn't enough to quench his rage.
Perhaps because he couldn't possibly take his anger on people who deserved it the most. Those who dared to insult his lover...
And the least he would want to be anywhere near Ryley beside that red-headed bastard, lest talking to him without his knowledge...
Sean...