Chapter 5

ZACHARY'S POV

Stepping inside Lawrence's penthouse, I realize how fucking rich this bastard is. Surely he and his so-called family haven't suffered, but unfortunately, today his world will fall apart. But damn, due to this freaking headache, I am going to miss the fun of killing all of them. Tapping a finger over my temple, I averted my gaze all around the massive hall. There was no sign of anyone here. Although Blake and Riley had cleared tons of bodyguards before entering his mansion, I still highly doubt why the hell Lawrence and his family aren't coming into my sight with a frightened look plastered over their faces?

"Is it really important to kill all of them? Just because David had a deal with you, that doesn't mean we will kill all the innocents here," Blake's pathetic comment echoed inside my ear, only worsening this fucking headache. What's up with him? Why the hell does he have to be a saint every time?