Chapter 85

A tall dark brooding man dropped out of his car, the entirety of his attire was black, as if he had just come from a funeral.

His darkened gaze was that of a cold murderer, it was Levi, Ben's right-hand man.

He tapped gracefully on the side of the cigar pack and swiped up the first one that popped up, sliding it between his fingers he lit it up and took a long, and deep breath, feeling up his insides with the thick smoke oozing from the burning cigar, he swiped it between his fingers and released a puff.

Levi stared around briefly before he ambled into a seemingly abandoned building, his shoe clicked gracefully in the alleyway.

tossing aside his half-finished stick of cigarette.

Levi took a quick look at the battered man who was sitting on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, clear bruises lining every corner of his swollen face, hardly being able to move around because of the cruel torture he had been through. Sitting and looking pathetic on the floor, with blood oozing ou