Chapter 88
For a moment, he thought he wasn't seeing things clearly and rubbed his eyes just in case. But it was as clear as day. His car tyres, all fucking four of them had been slashed.
Deep, jagged gashes, clearly made by something remotely close to a heavy duty combat knife, marred the rubber, leaving the rim resting painfully close to the pavement.
But the damn bastards hadn't stopped there. A long, hideous scratch ran from the front fender all the way to the rear intake, cutting through the pristine paint job he had admired only an hour ago.
"You have got to be freaking kidding me," Alex whispered, his voice trembling with pure murderous intensity that made the temperature around him drop down in an instant.
He had driven this car once. One fucking time! And an idiot had the audacity to do this to his baby! No, no! he wasn't going to let this slide. Whoever they were or whatever they are, he would make sure that they eat through a straw this very night!
