#Chapter67

Phone.

"Why is it so bloody?" I asked him as my hands touched the screen while wiping it, I glanced at Haider who was looking at the staff pictures.

"Red paint." I scoffed silently at his answer, right red paint I'm not stupid. He's an illegal fighter, hanging out around with bad persons. I wouldn't be surprised if he was in the mafia since he seems to be experienced with blood.

"Is it you?" I frowned and followed his gaze on a picture that had my face on it, I gasped and quickly ripped off the board.

It was a picture of me sleeping because I held a white...