To The Club

“I don't….I don't know what you are talking about,” Doctor Mike said in denial and one of the members of Zayn’s gang hit him with the whip in his hand and the shirt torn for the seventh time that day, blood seep out of the wound and the groaned after letting out a scream that rang throughout the basement. Zayn looked at Alexander sitting in front of the doctor and he nodded in approval, this is the man that he knew, the cold billionaire who would probably watch and let a murder happen because it was none of his business, he had a blank expression on his face and Zayn knew that he felt no sympathy for the man who was covered in his own blood, sweat and tears. He even looked like he was bored, but it is possible that he was really bored, when they both used to be in the mafia, Alexander had the worst method of torturing and none of those who were tortured by him ended up confessing. “Are you going to do this by yourself?” Zayn asked when the doctor was asked a question, he denied knowing