Jason was about to exit the room when the man with the gun pointed at Prince Richard’s head called him.
“Err, Sir,” the man shouted.
“What?” Jason responded, annoyed.
“The man’s face is peeling off, Sir,” the man reported, stopping Jason in his tracks. The repeated punches on Prince Richard’s face had damaged the mask and started peeling. Turning around and facing Prince Richard again, Jason roughly pulled off the mask and came face to face with the man who tormented his sleep. He gave out an evil laughter, his men did not get the wrong man and Ziva was not sleeping with different men after all. This was the bastard who strolled naked in Ziva’s house showing off his ridiculously big manhood before fu*king his woman before his eyes.
“I am so going to enjoy killing you,” he said, fold
