CHAPTER 93

Achilles heaved deep breaths as he make an argument in the back of his mind. The wine just kept on circling the glass he was holding while he was blankly staring at the dark skies.

Will he visit her or not?

“No, there’s no reason I would do that.” He said to himself and drink the wine straight before he pulled out the phone and dialed someone’s number.

“I want you to find out who bombed a penthouse yesterday, in Reutov.” He greeted the person at the other line by those lines.

“Trace who the f*ck that person is.” He added the rage in his voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Or no, he can’t compose himself anymore.

“Alright Mr. Coleman, I’ll do what I can…”

“I want his name as soon as possible.” Achilles cut him off sending all the chills out of his voice before he ended the call. He put another shot of wine into his empty glass and drank. He shouldn’t be thinking of her, he shouldn’t give a damn anymore, and focus on his plan instead. But something kept on betraying him, his heart.