Revenge of the Secret Heir

Dead Salvatorre

Simon woke up feeling numb. He couldn't feel anything but his mind was alert mode. His hands were tied and bound at the back and so were his feet.

No. His whole body was being wrapped with something. A rope? Or a chain perhaps?

The last thing he remembered before he lost consciousness was the sound of several gunshot. He knew it was directed at him, but he can’t seem to identify which part of his body sustained the shot. Perhaps it was not a fatal shot since he regained his consciousness.

“I can’t wait to go back and have my way to that bitch. She’s feisty, man. I love fucking feisty bitches.”

The two laughed like it was a joke to violate some women.

Simon heard someone speak, he’s sure that it was one of the men. He grimaced at the thought that these bastards are going to violate Angela. A part of him regretted that he didn’t move out of her house right away.

“The boss specifically told us to kill this bastard, not to rape that woman.” The other person reminded me.

If only he