Chapter Seventy-One

AGNAR'S POV

I heard a crashing sound from the floor I was lying down on. I turned around, and the car that just drove into the fuel station ran into my car.

I got off the floor, only to discover that some of my men were wounded and that my car was bashed in more places than I can count.

I became pissed, wondering what piece of shit ran into my car. I went over to the car that hit us, and there was only one person in the car, but the person was already dead.

I don't know if what happened now was huge enough to kill him; there were patches of bruises all over his body, but on closer inspection, the wounds didn't look fresh.

My gaze turned to his legs, and it was tied up.

This isn't what I was thinking, right? I looked around, hoping to see who set this up, but I didn't see anyone.

"The game is on Tomas," I whispered to myself.

"Clear this out," I ordered my men.

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I fell on the bed the minute I entered the room, and I was exhausted thanks to the bastard that pull