Page 123 of Sadistic Retribution

I whip out my gun, flicking the safety off. I roll down my window and extend my arm out. We get closer and closer, and I’m salivating at taking that Russian bastardo down.

As soon as we get close enough, I start shooting. The “bang-bang” of the shots reverberate through the confines of the car.

Screams go up into the air. I see one man fall, and shoot my eyes to Volkov. It’s some crazy bald man that’s completely naked. I missed! Dammit!

The lights from the other vehicle allow me to be able to see as we creep to a crawl. A girl also falls, a guy cradling her and crying.

Once we’re practically on top of them, I look at the girl’s face and freeze in my seat, ice sluicing through my veins. My throat dries up at the sight. “No! There's no way. It's not possible...”

“Boss?” my driver queries.

“Go, go!” I scream, shaking like a leaf.

How? How the hell could that possibly be...

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