167 Chasing A shadow

He drove past signs and red lights without even taking them into consideration. It wasn't like anyone was putting a ticket on him in the city he owned.

He was racing fast on the roads as if trying to compete the flowing breeze. So he would reach her faster than it.

The night was silent, yet louder to some than it had ever been like even it could see the tell-a-tale signs. 

He was emitting a murderous aura and all his senses were dulled. He hardly felt the rush of harsh air he was piercing or the splitting headache he was enduring. 

Mortification and betrayal were louder than Troy's war call today.

He felt humiliation at being made a joke, humiliation by being played, humiliation for trying to protect a woman who was the threat herself!

The first-degree betrayal stung worse than a fifth-degree skin-burn. He was f*cking dancing on the rug on her wimps and she pulled the rug when he expected the least.