Their Wife
In a matter of minutes, they lay there dead, their lifeless bodies filled me with ease.
Ralph sprinted toward the SUV, his face marred and bloodstains on his beige suit, and the scar on his cheek made him look terrifyingly fierce. His knuckles were bruised, but there wasn't a scratch on him. He swiftly settled into the back seat, his tone unyielding. "Drive!"
The driver, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror, grimly grumbled, "We're being followed again." With a sense of hurry, he swerved the SUV into another lane, the engine revving as he accelerated. "Buckle up, Signore."
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