Kill Amaund Motierre Novels & Stories

~Rosemary~ I ran into my study and turned on my computer. After accessing the home monitoring system, I located the surveillance footage from last night. The video clearly showed Amani behind the wheel of her car. She had paused in front of the house, revved up the engine, then drove right through the picket fence.

Amore asked as soon as he appeared. "Ah, it's you, ma'am. It's moored near the shore—don't worry, it's in good shape, and there's plenty of fuel. I even kept extra on board just in case. The interior is clean too. Why do you need it? You haven't used it in so long," he asked curiously. "My friend and I have to go somewhere important," Amore replied, gesturing to Liam, who was standing beside the car. "All right then—go on, ma'am," Karding said.

Mommy, where are we going? "You're old enough for pre-school. Soon, you'll be a big girl and start studying." "I get it," the kid responded. The following day, Andrew drove Amanda and her beautiful daughter to the dock for their boat journey to Zamura. Meanwhile, a tired Amelia headed home. Prosper, as usual, took her to the city on his motorcycle. From there, she would take a taxi to a specific location and arrange for a pickup. The elaborate plan was primarily to maintain secrecy, and Amelia was cautious about being photographed with Prosper. As Andrew's car passed by, the motorcycle carrying Amelia just drove past.