Chapter 13.

Slade didn't bother to want to leave. If he wanted to, he could shove Vixton out of the way and watch him break all his limbs. He could do all this without even breaking a sweat. But right now, he had something else in mind.

People like Mariana and Vixton should be made to beg to keep their lives!

"I'm in my right senses! It's really you! It's the murderer." Vixton smirked as he continuously accused Slade. "What the hell are you doing here today?"

Vixton shook his head for a second.

"No, that's not the right question. How did you get out of prison? When were you released? Are you alive?" Vixton cackled as though he wished Slade dead. "What gave you the guts to show up on my wedding day?" Vixton's voice was gaining bass, and it seemed like he was beginning to lose his cool

"Look around you!" Vixton ordered Slade. As he said this, he also looked around. "Where do you think you are? This is the West Jade Ave! Do you even have any clue what this means? This means that you're in the costli