Insanely insane
In his place stood Sheikh Pataudi, the name whispered in fear across borders.
His jaw tightened, and then, without warning, he picked up a steel chair and slammed it against the concrete wall. The crash echoed through the basement, dust falling from the ceiling. His chest heaved, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more.
He picked up a bottle, hurled it so hard it shattered against the far wall, glass spraying everywhere. He dragged his fist across the table, knocking down weapons, his knuckles bleeding. A laugh tore from his throat — bitter, wild, unhinged.
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