Chapter 67 Zal Wanted Revenge

• Both Ghazi's uncles, Bijan and Reza, were in hiding. They got hurt when Ghazi and I shot them the night we rescued Oscar. They were wearing bulletproof vests, they had guards covering their exits, and they managed to slip away before we could put a bullet between their eyes. I was sure that at least both of them were bleeding, but I needed to find them. My hunger for their blood was feral to the point that I needed to have my revenge. They hurt Oscar and I had to calm down my frustration when he was taken back to Ghazi's. I need to let my cousin shelter him because I need to find those bastards who dared to touch my Oscar.
• One of my men had detained the executor, he was the one who was responsible for Oscar's bloodied and bruised face and torso. My man was badly hurt and I hated when Ghazi told me that Oscar was to stay at his place while all I wanted to do was to take care of him. Yes, I was stupid enough to still want to take care of him. No matter how easy it was for him to dump me.
• I did see the hope in Oscar's eyes when he saw Ghazi was there, shooting bullets, and rescuing him. The man didn't even look my way. Okay, maybe it was his swollen eye that prevented him from doing that, but still, I was petty enough to want him to acknowledge my existence. And my pettiness cost me my left arm. I got hit, fortunately, it was just a graze, a big one at that but I made do by slapping a Band-Aid, well there were several Band-Aids but it had stopped bleeding. I think. I didn't care enough to check.