BURN TO THE GROUND

My laughter rang out loudly. So hard that I could feel tears dripping down my cheeks as I wiped them away all the while trying to tone down my laughter. I took in the seriousness on his face, the fear behind his eyes along with the way his hands trembled. My lips curled, still tugged up in a smile at his funny joke. “I never knew you told jokes this early in the morning, officer. I don’t have time for talks like this. Neither do I find them funny. So bring my wife out from whatever cell you locked her up, else I’ll burn this entire place to the ground,” I growled. And I meant every fucking word I said. I could see the way he shivered at my words. His hands landed harshly on the table and he stood up to face me. “Your wife committed a grave offense, young master. She escaped from prison. And was involved in a ghastly car accident. Her body could not be recovered unfortunately because she burned to death in the car. But we had traces of blood on the scene. And when we con