He was murdering someone, shooting them in the head. It wasn't exactly his rival but it was one of his goons. His grip was filled with anger, hatred, frustration, and satisfaction. The man bas laying on the concrete floor—pools of blood beneath the man as he laid there, non-breathing/lifeless... Then, suddenly, he sensed/heard someone behind him. He cursed under his breath both in frustration and annoyance. He turned his head behind him, only to see . . . You . . . (!!CONTINUE LOVZTERS!!)
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