0073: Not Chopping... Death!

"Who are you?" Kian asked slowly. Victor mistook his reaction for fear but Wesley knew this was a sign he was about to explode.

Even his throat was beginning to feel tight. For his own safety, he gulped and stepped backwards, away from Kian.

"Your name is Kian, right?" Victor stroked his chin. "You don't need to know who I am but I'll tell you now, I'm going to have some fun with your wife! Haha!"

THUMP!

Wesley held his breath and cursed inwardly. Who was this fool? Was he trying to get himself killed?

"See..." Victor flipped the camera again to display Savannah. His fingers darted to her blouse and he forcefully popped the upper button, displaying her flawless skin. "I was going to fuck her and record it for you but what's the fun in that? How about I give you a livestream instead?"

Kian's face reddened with anger and his fingers closed around the phone. An oppressive aura of fury descended and Wesley tugged at his shirt's collar. Why was it getting so difficult to breathe