Chapter 31

Andrew's POV

Someone started hitting me from the back, screaming bloody murder but I didn't relent in my punch. I flunge my hand and the person went quiet. When I am satisfied with my artwork on his face, I pick my keys and phone, without glancing at any of them. I left the house.

It wasn't until I left the vicinity that I noticed my hands were bleeding, I didn't mind it, I just want to forget about what happened today.

I remembered there used to be a clubhouse in the area. I drove to where I knew it used to be and it was still there. I scanned the surroundings before I got down from my car. I walked inside the club to see it fully active but from outside it looks like a normal club but inside is something else.

I got to the bar. “I need a drink.”

The bartender turned to me from the man he was talking to. “what would you like?”

“I need something strong.”

“How strong?” He asked again.

I looked at him frustrated from the questions. “Just give me anything you have that is strong.”

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