CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Collins punched him mightily in the face, and this time, Gary fell with the chair he was bound to.

Gary sniggered at him.

He would not reveal anything to him.

Collins bit his lips with annoyance and ran his hands through his hair.

He brought out a sharp knife and moved toward him.

"I just can't believe you'll die for those unfaithful bastards."

He smirked and added.

"You know, it's your loss. I will find them eventually, and you'd not be here to witness their end."

Gary's jaw clenched tightly. He spat in his face.

"You this low-life."

Colin's said with a sneer in his voice.

He drove the knife into his chest.

He had the nerve to spit in his face.

"They will find you."

Gary said breathlessly.

Collins stood up and laughed wickedly.

He bent over him again and looked around.

He was always careful to leave no traces behind.

No one would know he was here.

"No one would know I did it."

He stabbed him again in the chest.

"You monster."

Gary's breath was heavy.

"You're one annoying talkative."