Chapter 1
The room was spread through a dominant and dark aura
A man coated in a black suit was sitting in the bar area of his substantial mansion, surrounded by an abundance of tall guards all dressed up in black attire
The front door got knocked
Aviel Sepehr(ml)
Come
*Said in a cold yet deep voice*
Blake Theo(ml PA)
He's here boss.
Aviel Sepehr(ml)
Bring him here.
*took a sip of his wine*
Saying that the man opened his coat revealing his muscular body and abs which were visible from the white shirt he was wearing beneath, buttons praying for their life holding his well built board chest.
Soon another man entered the room along with his PA.
He was bruised as if being tortured for two days.. Which was not absolutely incorrect
He was hurled over the floor
The man on the floor was no idiot to believe it called his death.
Man :- What are you doing!!?
*he yelled*
His PA threw some papers on the man's face
Blake Theo(ml PA)
You thought there was only a single piece of those shitty papers?
*smirk*
Man :- What do you think you're doing? I am going to call the police.
Aviel Sepehr(ml)
I'd like to see you try.
He rolled his sleeves up and stepped near that man kneeling down beside him
Aviel Sepehr(ml)
What? Go ahead, call the police.
Aviel Sepehr(ml)
Or you're waiting for them to visit you after your death.
Man :- Are you threatening me when you are already aware that I know your next project?
AVIEL extended his hand out towards his guard who handed him some papers
He wrapped his fingers around that man's throat so hard. Fingers digging against the pressure point drawing him out of breath.
The man thought he was going to die right there.
He tried to push AVIEL off him.
AVIEL grabbed his wrist and folded it behind his back drawing a scream out of that man
Aviel Sepehr(ml)
I have a question.
He put more pressure. His expressions didn't once twist as he coldly stare at the life leaving out of the man.
He knew so well how much pressure he needed to keep the man on the edge of death
Aviel Sepehr(ml)
Which hand did you use to touch what's mine?
Aviel Sepehr(ml)
Which. Hand?
*He repeated, stressing each word*
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