You'll regret this

Warning: This chapter involves some wild actions which might not be suitable to very young minds. Read at your own risk.

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Wednesday night was cool with a satisfying atmosphere. It was the perfect night for dying in your sleep.

Raven was hooded, wearing a long and thick black robe that hid his body features. He was walking majestically without any company, with a smile of success on his face.

He had killed the second of his ten remaining step-siblings yesterday—practically driven up to her shabby house in a small California village and killed her peacefully.

Now, he was in front of a Jamaica themed club in Los Angeles.

He brought out his phone from his pocket and texted a “wait for me” message to Jordan who was on the wheel of his Mercedes car at the next street.

Raven kept his phone back in his pocket after that. His gaze roamed around the street and the bar before him.

The place was quite busy, with the majority of people who had come out of the club drinking on the