Matt heard something crack. Was that his bone or the concrete walk breaking?
Whatever it was, he felt an unbearable pain shoot up to his brain, numbing his senses.
The Don's grip around Matt's neck felt like a boa constrictor death hug, almost snuffing the life out of him. But his suffocating grip was nothing compared to the darkness in those narrowed grimly brimming orbs.
The aura the Don currently emitted reminded Matt of Blaze Anderson whenever the latter was possessed by one of those demons that controlled him.
The two were simply perfect for each other, which was the main reason why Matt decided to sign a deal with the Don.
But at the moment, Matt could sense that he was about to become the victim of a bloodthirsty lunatic.
"Don..." Matt croaked, his heart failing him as Don brought out a silver gun and forced the nozzle into his mouth.
"Shut up." The Don roared between clenched jaws, almost blowing his brains out.
