Hellbound With You novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585 Slow torture*

Tristan’s head whipped behind him, and when he saw a man standing by the door, his body stiffened. He moved and faced the man in black, his eyes scanning the door he knew was opened forcefully. How? How did he open the door? Tristan never gave the password of this apartment to anyone, not even his most trusted guard. And judging from the loud bang, he knew something inhumanly powerful had hit the door for it to be opened in one bang. He would’ve noticed if the man messed up with the door’s lock first. No, there was no way he could mess up with a door like this! How? How did he...

When he looked at the man wearing pure black from head to toe, Tristan subconsciously swallowed. The man was wearing a black baseball cap covering his eyes. He reeked with unbelievable power and bloodthirst that Tristan’s nerves began to cower. No man ever intimidated him to his very core like this, aside from that devil Ezekiel Qinn.

At the thought of that devil, Tristan suddenly felt goosebumps ran under his skin. His eyes widened. The man before him almost gives off the same vibe he felt towards that devil. No one in this world could be like that man! Could it be that this man is... no! Ezekiel Qinn was dead! He’s dead! That devil’s dead!!!

The news about Ezekiel Qinn’s death was the best news Tristan had ever heard his entire life. He had been trying to kill Ezekiel for a long time, ever since he met him. He did everything to claim the devil’s head... everything. But he failed every single time, and the man never even look at him, not even a glance. And that was what infuriated him the most. The fact that Ezekiel had never even noticed him despite everything he had done. Tristan could never forget the humiliation when he approached the bastard Ezekiel, and the bastard didn’t even know his name.

He had vowed since then that he’d kill him, but in the end, the damn man actually died in a plane crash. He laughed for a very long time, his longest laugh ever when he heard the news. Tristan had shamelessly claimed that it was his victory. Ever since that day, nobody ever made him inferior in everything anymore, not even in power and demeanor.

So who was this man? How could he...

Gnashing his teeth, Tristan’s hand moved. A gun was in his hand. He had instinctively pulled it from his waist the moment he felt the intense bloodlust coming from the door, the same moment the loud noise thundered. He pointed it not towards the man but on Kelly’s head. Tristan had felt the extreme danger coming from him. He would never dare take risks with a man like this. Just like Ezekiel Qinn, this man’s also put the auras of all the underground criminal, even the most notorious killer he had ever met, to shame.

But realizing that he was here for this woman, Tristan felt like he had gained the upper hand. He noticed how Kelly reacted when she saw the man. He knew she obviously knew him, and she even looked as though she’d been expecting him. She didn’t even flinch by the brooding and suffocating air coming from the man.

"Who are you?" Tristan asked as he pressed the gun on Kelly’s head. He had moved behind her as if he was trying to use Kelly as a shield against him. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

The man didn’t speak. Instead, he took a step closer, causing Tristan to panic.

"Stop, or I will blow this woman’s head!" he panicked. Was he wrong? Did this man come here for him?

The man didn’t stop, he sauntered, and the darkness and bloodthirst were getting thicker and thicker every time he took a step closer.

"F*ck! I will kill this woman!" Tristan’s hands and body began to tremble with panic and dread. He lifted his hand and mindlessly fired at the man approaching him.

He smirked the moment he heard the gunshot, but when he saw that the man had dodged his bullet, his sardonic smile died. Terror began to consume him. How? How did he... his gun was...

Series of gunshots echoed inside the room. Tristan fired at Kai like a madman. His fear had gotten the best of him, and before he realized it, the gun was no longer in his hand.