His Prey

Klaus drove fast.

Faster than the speed of a raging cheetah, his legs never left the throttle, and gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it, his dark onyx orbs shimmered with a glistering red.

His face was lit up with raw anger, and rage enough to burn down an entire building.

He huffed as he kept his feet glued to the accelerator of his car. Whoever it was, the man that had caused him to leave his house at such a time, and with such a temper, he would surely pay immensely for it.

He fumed at the thought. Hell was going to receive at least one visitor today that he was more than sure of.

Klaus Lavon could forgive anything, but not when it had to do with his money, and wasting his resources.

The way he hated liars and thieves, that was the same way he abhorred deceitful humans too.

When he arrived at the dock, he climbed down from his jet black Mercedes and slammed the door shut. His men were at the entrance, two of them already waiting, to welcome and usher him in bu