He had finally found Snowflake but not in the condition he wanted to find her in. Her snow-white fur was now dark red, drenched in blood as she laid lifeless in the box. He could see a bullet hole pierced in her skull and there was a folded piece of paper too. Damon reached his hand inside and grabbed it with his fingers to read it. But other than a black smiling graphic skeleton head that the Russian mob boss was rumoured to always have on his face, there was nothing written on the card.
The muscles on his temple flexed as he clenched and unclenched his teeth together to keep his raging anger under control. Crumpling the piece of paper in his hand, he tossed it back inside the box and combed his fingers through his hair before pulling out his phone from his back pocket. He dialled his cl
