The naked body of a woman, who I know well, resides on the floor. She is propped up by a chair. Her hands are next to her, as if broken, holding something I could not decipher. I couldn't see her eyes, but it was obvious she was unconscious. Roy, who was holding a bloody knife, was smiling like a f*****g lunatic. I felt pressure building up in my head as the horrific scene sunk into my rationality. Elliot's men were motionless. Shocked to the core, as they tried to comprehend what was actually happening and whether it was really Naomi or not. They couldn't make out her face completely, but by the look Elliot was giving, I was sure that it was his boss. His long time friend.
I couldn't describe the feeling that bubbled inside my stomach. Anger, disgusting, strife. I was now certain that I
