ABDALLAH
About five hours later, Aahil and I emerge from the double doors of the abandoned building; knuckles red and bleeding, pain sparking at different places on our bodies.
For the record, nothing went as planned.
When we had called that douche ─Aahil did─ he had given us the address of where he was. We were chill, thinking he was going to be alone and vulnerable and we could beat him up, tell him to pack his bags and leave this country.
No, really, that was our plan since we can’t exactly murder him despite how tempting it is.
Right. Back to the point. When we went inside this damn building made up of stones and slab and whatever else, there were about 7-8 guys. It was like a scene from the movies. The men held weapons. Not, like, deadly weapons but just enough to hit someone b
