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Caden followed, blocking the exit with his car before drawing his gun. |
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The men jumped out of their car, only one having a gun drawn while the others just stood their ground. "Fuck off, hm?" The leader snapped |
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"No, i'm not going to. You think i'm just going to let you off the hook after you tried to get three hundred thousand and beat the shit out of my bitch?" Caden snapped, stalking forward. |
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"She'll be fine, man. We could've taken her for our own pleasure. It's not that bad, man. " One of the bodyguards argued |
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"Didn't ask," He muttered coldly, shooting off a bullet or two aimed at him. |
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"Dude! Don't fuckin shoot my guys!" The leader yelled, stalking forward with his pistol raised |
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"Shut your mouth," Caden warned, aiming the barrel at the last guard. |
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"What the hell you want?" He snapped |
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"For you to get exactly what she got but worse," He chuckled, reloading the pistol. |
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"Man, we just busted up her face a bit. Don't you think this is an overreaction?" The guard asked. ~
Emily was dizzy, changing into sweatpants before accidentally falling asleep on the couch |
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