Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
Outside the windows, the sun is just beginning to drop beneath the city skyline, plunging the living room into a dark, cozy twilight as the opening credits begin to roll.
We are barely ten minutes into the film when a sudden, violent roar of a high-performance engine shatters the quiet of the residential street outside. A second later, the unmistakable, heavy thud of a car door slamming echoes through the glass. Before I can even turn my head to look out the window, a massive, deafening BOOM detonates through the front of the house, the sound of splintering wood ripping through the air.
“What the hell?” Evan shouts in pure frustration and shock.