CHAPTER 38

Strom Palace

Russia

Alaina saw Valace standing at the top of stairs observing the scene beneath. His left hand stayed limp while dried blood matted his cheek. She smirked with satisfaction seeing the condition he was in.

"You can do whatever you want, just kill her in the end"

"This bitch looks delicious" The men hollered with laughter of sick pleasure but soon the sounds of bullets raining and bombs blasting rumbled throughout the arena. The splendid mansion shook with the impacts.

A hand came to grip her hair but a shrill screech reverberated as the man's hand was cut off .A knife was plunged in the another hand of the rapist criminal and soon a gun shot straight through his head.

Alaina took the opportunity and smashed her fist on nose of one offenders producing a satisfactory crunch.

The men surrounding her were massacred mercilessly and the unknown helping assassin took off his cloak.