Eleanor
Hopping off my motorbike, I walked toward her and pulled her in my embrace. I thought she will be scared to see me shot those scums with my gun. But I was wrong. She was not scared of me at all, rather, she looked relieved to see me there. In my hold, I could feel she wasn't stiff or alerted the thought of what if I hurt her just the same way I hurt those drunk scums who, by the way, are howling in pain. I should have shot them in between their eyes, but I didn't do that.
I am going to torture them to death until they beg my men for mercy. No, I don't want their blood on me. I am picky or you can say, I follow some rules which I formed on my own. We all siblings follow our own rules.
Our parents never forced us into anything, except maintaining discipline which is going to run
