"H-here's the cash! Please spare my husband.." Looking unto my prey's pleading was very satisfying. The begs, the glassy eyes bloomed teary pupils on.
"Get the bag." Till ordered, pointing to the black duffle bag with a undone zipper. His eyes glistened as the cash were unto his eyes. "Throw the man out."
He turned his head unto the hostage and picks him up like he was a feather. Then he placed him in the van and threw him like a trash. Dewy chuckled, looking at his boss.
"Chill dude, I'll get you men later." Lighting the teal-eyed some cigarettes, smoke was present on their noses.
"You better be."
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"Sua! Sua, where are you? I'm lost, I dunno where am I right now." Ivan's eyes were teary, his back terribly wounded because of shots. Pressing the phone very quick, he called his beloved twin.
"Dumbass. I'm already home. Don't tell me you're getting drunk again because of your shitty friends." Sua answered, sipping a cup of chamomile tea. "I'm getting headaches because of you.
"This is an emergency, please fetch me-" Not long enough, she cut off the line.
"Fuck fuck fuck..."
Ivan turned around to see a masked mafia, as the latter muffled his mouth with a hankie. "M-ngh! Stop-"
His eyes shot open, the scent of the hankie made Ivan passed out.
