Vengeful Justice

"Mr Liam Brian, you're under arrest”

His sharp chin gathered in with dark bags under the eyes. His legs stormed to the front of the inspector ,who moved not an inche from his hard expression.

My eyes laid cold at his scramble arms that posed on his chest with gaze on my entrance. White and brown , his shirt danced to the beat of the earthly breeze that flew through the scattered curtains.

Of course, why wouldn't it, the living room alone was a dance of disco, Z to A the cushions laid in disarrangement of it normal order.

With the two days of Grace absence had left his one big perfect mansion in crumble.

“On what charges am I being arrested?“ he asked with released of his arms from the sucked in glue to the chest.

He stalked in a hand to the left pocket that portion out a glass view of his hard clenched. His eyes was daring and gathered with irritation.