Chapter 44

ALBATROSS

I walked over to the black bag at the centre of three stakes. Blood dripped beneath it, coating and solidifying the ground underneath it. I stood in front of it, my face a mask of anger.

“Open it,” I snapped at one of my men closer to it.

He stepped forward, and did as he was told. I peered in it. My younger’s brother’s heard glared at me in the sun. I stepped back as a pain so fierce threatened to engulf me.

“Who did this?” I thundered.

My men lowered their head to the grounds, as they dared not look at me in the eye. I was as ruthless as they came, and only God would help the bastard that this.

“I asked a question,” I snapped once more.

“Zayn Usman.”

I turned back to the black bag, my eyes red. I didn’t remember him at first, but then, I realised he was one of the most ruthless mafia that graced this part of the world.

I swore loudly in Spanish, and spat on the grass. He was going to be a hard one to tackle, but I would do it. He took one of my own, an