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A Lizard in the Wall.

Penulis: Bloodnovskinny
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2022-11-20 18:13:38

There is an adage that goes " a lizard would not have found its way into a wall if the wall had not already cracked open." This means that betrayals only come from close friends and relatives, it also means that the thing about friendship is that some friends are just enemies in disguise. I knew that Amon was betrayed, and it was easy for me to guess from whom the betrayal came, all of the guys were there except one, he was either very lucky or he was the one that gave the others up.

I stared at the butcher's hand, brandishing the large, sharp cleaver, the blade had been stained with blood, but that didn't even dim the sparkle of the Steele against the light that came from several parked cars that they illuminated the place with. The other men started loading the dead bodies of Amin's crew members up and dumping them into some already dug holes which were later on filled with concrete. The butcher stood in front of me and stared piercingly at me, smirking like a lunatic... and in a f
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