CHAPTER 17

I couldn't move. I just kept staring at the gruesome scene in front of me. My mind refused to process anything.

"Fuck! What are you doing here?!" Vladimir snapped, pulling me out of a trance. The men looked at me before looking at each other as if they were communicating through their eyes.

"Clean this up," he ordered his men before walking towards me. I wanted to run away from him but my knees were too weak. He grabbed my elbow, pulled me up from the floor, and dragged me upstairs.

"You..." I murmured. "You killed him..."

"You aren't supposed to see that," he hissed.

I kept my mouth shut until we reached the bedroom where I slept. He pushed me inside and left me just like that. He didn't say anything. I thought he would explain what I saw but he didn't.

My knees buckled when it sunk into my hazy brain. I had to sit on the bed or else my knees would give out.

I tried to squeeze my eyes shut but the image was still so clear inside my head. What did I just witness? Was that real? Am I h