In a silent shore a man sighs as he lit another stick of his Davidoff cigarette. The wind was blowing his hair onto his face blocking his sight but he didn't bother tucking it away, he lets the nature touch him like it was taking care of him.
Sniffing the salty breeze of the sea, letting the waves wet his toes and sand bury his feet. He smiled lightly. Nothing is better than the sea when it comes to calming him down.
He stood up, developed his strength and walked towards his Ferrari. With a cigarette tangled in his fingers, he took a deep breathe. He vowed to himself before he opened the door of his car, "This will be the last one."
He drops the stick of his newly lit cigarette on the ground and runs his naked foot on it. He rolled the sleeves of his wet shirt and opened the door. He cried, he screamed, he grabbed a handful of hair on his head and pulled it, trying to hurt himself. There's no way to run, no way to hide, this is the consequences of his deeds. His amber eyes darkened, a grin formed his lips.
He took the duct tape from the backseat, walked around the trunk and opened it. It revealed a huge grey luggage. With all his might, he pulled it out of the trunk. It was pretty heavy, but its weight wasn't enough for it to sink by itself. He opened the luggage and a lot of cash outpoured from it but he didn't mind.. he added some huge rocks in it, when he was sure it would sink he closes it and sealed it with a lock and coated it with duct tape. He pulled it towards the boat and brought it to the deepest part of the sea. The luggage sank.
"Goodbye Erin."
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HumorEris Atlas is from a family of criminals (except for her mom). Her reason of why she chose to be a criminal was because she wants to give justice for her sister's death, it's as if she's practicing to lose her conscience. She swore to herself th...
