CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND TWO

Miles Away in the confinement of the city, Andre had been doing what he had for the past three weeks and that was getting rid of everyone that had stood with Logan, the good thing to him was the fact that Logan was dead, and above all of this he was getting what he wanted and that was getting rid of all his allies.

As he walked into the room, he stormed to where the man was after he had pushed open the door.

The room was quiet but from frequent distressing sounds that were made by the other occupant of the room other than himself, he had looked straight at the man.

He walked briskly to where he was and pulling the black bag over the man’s head, a hem of the cloth bag catching in the man’s ear tried to hinder his actions-

Andre furiously yanked it off, making the man yelp in pain.

He grunts and lifts the bag again forcefully, ignoring the man’s cry in protest as the piece drags on filling his shirt with blood.

The man wails louder which only serves to annoy him even more he drags the
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