Max was seated at his desk, sleeves pushed up, carefully wiping the blood from his hands using a white handkerchief. The red marks blotted across the cloth, a glaring reminder of his cruelty. The slight metallic odor hung in the atmosphere as he took off a handcuff from his wrist, its edges still stained with Vee’s blood.
The door slowly opened with a creak, revealing a guard who entered, his face white and his hands trembling.
He hesitated, unsure if interrupting Max in such a moment was wise.
“Speak,” Max growled without looking up, his voice low and menacing.
The guard gulped, the words catching in his throat. “Another attack on the territory, boss,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Max finally stopped, folding the bloodied handkerchief with an eerie calmness
