You Can Run But...
He knew he was going to get injured, if not killed, and somehow, he yearned for the pain; he wanted it.
It was dark when he rolled the car through the manor's gates, and in the headlights on the terrace, he saw Milo sitting down and patiently waiting.
When he saw his car, he stood up.
Zayne braced himself for what was about to come; switching off the ignition, he waited.
He didn't have to wait long.
Milo pulled the car open, and in a swift second, he dragged Zayne out by the collar.
"How's it gonna be?" Milo's breath was hard. "Bullet or fist?"