A Threat And A Warning

In the lonely dark attic of an abandoned building, Xander refilled his gun with a silencer bullet which his men cautiously handed to him but noticed a look of disappointment etching his boss's bewitching face.

"Is that enough sir?" He asked but the cold iceberg remained emotionless while studying the gun in his hand.

"I don't know, let's test it out, shall we?"

That statement was enough for Damian to figure out his friend's next intention but before he got a chance to stop his bloodthirsty friend from committing murder, he had pulled the trigger and shot his own men by the arm, causing the clueless bodyguard to yelp in pain as he shockingly clutched tightly to his right arm, staring at his boss in utter disbelief.

He retracted his gaze to his palm which was painted with his own blood and sprawled to the ground as the pain intensified.

"Arrhh!!..!"