“Where is that son of a bastard that thinks he can get away with spitting in my face?”
His voice boomed out as he stormed into the exterior of his hide. It was not much but it was enough to qualify as a mini mansion.
It had the affluence of which he worked. The affluence tk be recognized as a man in his own rights.
Miguel heaved as he rushed out. Making his way through the flowers on the pathway at both side, he had his eyes fixated on the dual figures ahead of him. His face hardened as he saw the look of the one who knelt down to the ground.
The bleeding from his face. The obvious bruises that came as result of the thorough beating he’d received was there. Still, nothing was enough to satiate his burning rage.
He gritted his teeth, doubling his pace. Novo dey stole from him. And no
