A Murderer's Lover
Both of them were an inch shorter than the man, yet he was making himself so small that they seemed to tower over him.
"Ay losers! We got it," Zak's voice rang out. "Showtime, bitches."
"Light this shit up!" Blake encouraged with genuine joy in his voice. Their freedom was so close.
Raven laughed. "I'd love for this to be a little more bloody, but my brothers are quite impatient," she told the man. With a swift and skilled flick of a finger, she lit a match and dropped it on the ground. The letters that Raven wrote for him littered the floor, along with the gasoline. Both exploded in a dance of flames.
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