Gabriel’s POV
Six months later, Olivia ran away.
The torturing room echoed with the non-stop sound of bullets firing and the dry grey cement floor had become a red carpet with the blood of our enemies whom we captured last night. I gazed at the flowing red blood and the fallen bodies like a maniac and serial killer who gets satisfaction with the sight of blood. Crouching down to the level of the dead bodies, I looked at their cold, lifeless faces as I tilted my head.
“What the f—” Nick entered the torturing room and he cursed me but stopped when he saw the situation before him.
“Gabriel, what the hell did you do? Why did you kill them?” Nick grabbed my collar and pulled me up. I looked at Nick with my darkened eyes and pushed him away.
“Isn’t it a nice color, Nick? See, I have colored
