The middle-aged man got irritated. He clicked his tongue and spoke in a tone of disdain, "Still trying to look down on me huh. How bold of you!"His eyes glinted dangerously.
A huge bloodthirsty aura filled the room, which was suffocating. The loud sound of raindrops crashing against the glass panes, tearing through the silence only made the atmosphere in the room more tense. The roars of thunder did not cease and neither did the sharp winds blowing outside, adding to the ominous atmosphere. The air in the room weighed heavy with tension. The armed men did not even dare to breathe loudly but...
The man kneeling was still unaffected, he still had his head held high and that signature smirk on his lips.
He chuckled and sneered, "You are nothing but a coward!" He coughed out more blood but continued speaking," You are standing with your armed men when I am alone, kneeling down and badly in...injured." He coughed out more blood, "Mark my words, you will pay for everything that you did." Painful memories of what had conspired overnight began to swarm Tristen's head.
The middle-aged man, Vincent Collins, the head of the Collins family which was one of the two most powerful mafia families; felt the need to strangle the man in front of him to death. The man in front of him kneeling was Tristen Frost, the heir of the Frost family which was the other most powerful family.
At the thought of this Vincent felt proud of himself, after all, he murdered the whole Frost family, took over their business and became the most powerful Mafia family and right now the heir of the Frost family who is known for being an extremely ruthless and powerful person was kneeling in front of him albeit with arrogance.
But soon....very soon those eyes will lose all signs of life in them.
"How about I allow you to be buried with the rest of your family. Well only if you beg." says Vincent.
"I would never beg in front of a coward like you," says Tristen.
"Then die."
Vincent picked up his gun and aimed the gun straight at his forehead.
Tristen thinks, 'Revenge, Revenge....!is all that I want. Just one chance. I will bring this man, Vincent Collins and his whole empire into ruins. Everyone who was behind this condition of mine and my family would be burnt into ashes. One chance is all I need and then.... then... All hell would break loose.'
Vincent saw pure hatred, pain and desire for revenge in Tristen's eyes but he didn't care. He aimed the gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger.
The bullet went straight through his head and his body fell to the ground, lifeless. The violet eyes showed nothing but emptiness, devoid of any emotions and life. The violet eyes that seemed like a beautiful, never-ending galaxy showed nothing but blankness, a never-ending abyss!!