The opulent sitting room was silent, except for the ragged breathing of a man on his knees. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared down the barrel of a gun. The man holding the weapon, Troy, stood tall and imposing, his eyes cold as ice.

" Boss, please," the kneeling man begged, his voice cracking with fear. "I don't know how it happened, I swear to you. I would never betray you." His words tumbled out in a desperate rush. "They just raided the warehouse and stole the goods. They even killed some of our guys. I barely managed to escape to tell you."

Troy's finger tightened on the trigger, his face a mask of controlled rage. "Who led them to the warehouse?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft.

The man's eyes darted around the room, searching for a way out, but finding none. He knew that this would be his last day on earth. "I don't know, boss," he whispered.

" I asked again who the fucking hell led them." Troy snarled cocking his gun

Troy's patience snapped. He cocked the gun, the click echoing in the silent room. "Who the fucking hell led them?" he snarled.

The man flinched, his whole body trembling. "I don't know, boss, I swear! But... but I heard them speaking Russian."

Troy's eyes narrowed. "Fucking Russians," he muttered, his voice filled with contempt. "Those fools are really getting on my nerves." He began to pace, his mind already planning retaliation. "They've been daring enough to raid my warehouse? I'll make sure to repay their fucking kindness with a lovely message."

The sarcasm in Troy's voice sent chills down the kneeling man's spine. He saw his chance slipping away and made one last desperate plea. "Please, boss. Spare my life. I'll do anything!"

Troy stopped pacing and turned back to the man. He used the barrel of his gun to lift the man's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You know what I hate most?" Troy asked, his voice deceptively calm. The man whimpered, too terrified to speak.

" Bloody people who have no use," Troy finished, his words dripping with disgust.

He turned his back on the man, addressing his right-hand man who had been silently observing. "Draco, you know what to do."

Draco nodded, his face impassive. "Yes, boss." He stepped forward, cocking his own gun.

The sound of gunshot echoed in the room.

The man's body crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around him. No one in the room so much as flinched.

" Dispose of the body," Draco ordered two men standing near the door.

As the body was dragged away, leaving a gruesome blood on the expensive carpet, Troy's mind was already moving on to his next move. The Russians had made a grave mistake, and he would make sure they understood the consequences of crossing the Dragon Blood Clan.

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Inside a big opulence room, the air quirky, the door and windows were made of glass. A naked woman was seen lying on the king sized bed which dominate the room space.

Troy strode into his room, majestically. some part of his black ebony hair fell on his face and his red rosy lips glowed even in the dark, his six packs wide open for the world to see and his so huge pointed còck standing from inside his shorts begging to be let out of it's cage. He stared at her wet pússy hungrily with his vibrator in his hands. Until he decided to give in to his desires.

With each step he took he commanded power, dominance. The lady saw how huge he was and she prepared herself mentally. Even though this wasn't her first time having sex.

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