No one touches my Sandra

Pushing the door open, I walked down the dark corridor. Ron, Oliver and others ran behind me.

"Did you find Robert yet?"

After a moment, Ron replied, "Not yet. He was last seen in the outskirts of LA."

My fist curled. "You have two days, Ron. Either present him to me alive, or you be ready to die in my hands."

Silence.

He was using his link ups with some powerful entities here and there to hide from me. Being an ex-mayor of the city was saving his life. But not for long.

Once we reached the old door made of iron, at my tilt of head, Ron rushed to open the lock. As he pushed the door open, my jaw clenched, nails dug in my palms. With a bloodthirst raging inside me, I loosened my collar. My blood flamed with fire.

Walking inside, my eyes fell on the bastard tied into a wooden chair in the center of the shadowed room. But the blood soaking his shirt and head, his fresh bruises didn't hide from my eyes.

A volcano of rage slithered to my head, my hands itched to tear him from l