Chapter 35

Holy f*ck!!”

Peter shrieked out immediately as he opened the back of his car.

“No! No! Hell no. Who the f*ck did this to my car?”

“This is so inhumane. Wicked. Brutish.”

“Snowy, wait.”

Jane paused as she turned to look at me.

“You were actually being serious back there.”

She whimpered.

“What do you mean, Jane?”

Peter asked as they both fixed their gaze on me.

“Actually it was my first mate. He-he tired harassing me back there in the club and out of rage i-i had slapped him and then he walked away.”

“It wasn't my fault. He wanted to take advantage of me.”

I stuttered as I defended myself.

I had this guilt that lingered in me and intensified greatly too and I couldn't just help it.

If I had never slapped him then he would not have come for me and then all these would not have even happened.

“So what then happened and who in particular is your first mate?”

Peter questioned as he closed the door back.

I pointed at Donald's lifeless body.

He had a deep hole in his throat.

Whoever i