The Young Master In The Shadows Chapter 42

The car was speeding along the highway with three naked men, two on the front seat, and one fainted on the back.

Luckily for them, it was already dark, and they kept the lights off, so no one saw them.

They wanted to get to a hospital fast, but the nearest one was 20 minutes away. And their phones were left in a hotel room, as they didn’t want to be traced.

“Ahh…,” The driver heard the sound of his master waking up in the back, but he didn’t say anything, just kept focusing on the road while praying that his punishment would be light.

“What happened,” Nick asked as he opened his panda eyes and looked at himself. He saw nothing, it was pitch black. And only the light from the reflected headlights made him see the silhouette of two bald heads in the front seat.

“Why am I naked?” He thought first, then tried to sit down, but the pain from his legs made him fall and hit his head on the seat again.

Looking at the car’s roof he slowly remembered being hit by his brother.

“Fuck” he thought, as he remembered what Victor told him. They have set him up. they have probably discovered that he was building his own army and decided to sacrifice him.

He let his desire for getting the twins blind him, and fell into their trap. Thankfully Victor did not dare to kill him. And he will have a chance to exact revenge on all of them.

He reached his hand to touch his ring which he killed his best friend to get. This is his tool for revenge, his army of death-warriors which he has been training for a year and a half now, He will make them castrate Victor for their first mission and then he will make them kill that scheming pony-tailed cousin of his. After that, he will appear at his brother’s funeral to take the two twins as their new master. He thought with a perverted smile as he touched the ring. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥

Where is that ring?

His finger was empty.

What? Did he put it in his pocket?

Where is my pocket? Where are my pants? Where are my clothes, why am I naked, my things? My precious?

Nick just remembered that he was still naked.

“Turn on the f*cking lights,” he yelled at his hunch men in the front to turn on the car’s interior lights.

The men hesitated for a second, then nervously pressed the light switch on the front panel.

What Nick saw was not his naked body, nor was it his broken legs, but a white light inviting him to the afterlife.

KABOOM.

The car exploded into a flaming ball of steel, illuminating the deserted mountain road.