C h. 6.5 – Man of Mystery

"That motherfucker. That little shit. I'll show you. Who do you think you are? I'm coming for you. I'll come for you and just wait and see"

The lone figure stood underneath the shade of a tree. His eyes transfixed on the image of Dom and Jumari making the fuck out. His hands were buried in his pockets and face was hidden behind his high collar. He swiftly spun around and began walking away, muttering to himself. A dark cloud loomed over the 6ix. His footsteps rung out loudly each time he placed his foot on the ground. He walked with haste and purpose.

"You want to know what's going to happen?" the figure grunted, "You should know, it's right there in front of your eyes."

A storm was approaching.