Chapter Seventeen:The Moroccan.

In a secluded area late in the night, two sleek Audi A4 was parked in the middle of a field, whereas a young man was kneeling on the floor, he was beaten up brutally while another figure was standing over him, dressed up in black, black gloves on his hands while holding a loaded gun.

He was wearing a mask, to hide his face from the scared young man, who only knew that his situation had worsened, seeing the situation he was in.

The young man sat up on his knees with discomfort, blood was running out of his open wounds which were inflicted by the non smiling face of the other man, looking at him, waiting for him to say his last prayer before he ended his life.

"I..did as you asked of me, the Castillo's were inside the building before it went off. I did my job, why am i here?" He asked, apparently the young man was a hired mercenary in the street, hired to get rid of Angelo Castillo.

He was still trying to explain, before Ambrose, the man who was standing over him, took out his phone