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The man nodded, a cruel smile on his face. "Now she gets to pay the price. She is useful to me specifically, along with every man you see in this room." Rose kept pushing and fighting, all to no avail. She didn't look at Caden, her eyes full of tears |
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"Uh...yeah I know you're taking her but i'm lowkey confused since she didn't do anything and i'm the one who killed him...? But I mean okay, you do you I guess." He shrugged, chuckling. "Not what I would've done but alright," |
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Rose was shaking with fear. "You really don't care if we take her?" The man asked |
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"I mean I kinda do since she's my wife so duh, but before ya'll do just explain your setup 'cus im mad confused." Caden mused, straightening. |
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"You take someone important to our group, we take someone important to you. We'll let you know where we dump her." The man chuckled, nodding to the man who was resraining Rose. The man roughly jerked Rose's body in the direction of the door |
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"Uh yeah and you'll continue the chain, I got people you bitch. Just wait, i'll make sure your throat is ripped out before next sunday's dawn." He snapped, honestly wishing he hadn't killed his father. One of the men holding him back loosened his grip, Caden taking the chance and nailing him in the face before hitting the other--both of them crumpling to the floor. He just stood there, watching. |
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The man holding Rose saw the commotion and nearly dragged her out the door, roughly fighting her into the front seat before he slammed he door shut |
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Caden already had his phone out, starting to make a few calls in code. "Hey Dmitri? Yeah, uh we got a dead mote at the lake spot 6th hall. Flowergirl got taken up, find the IT?" |
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The man sped off with rose protesting |
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"Yeah I got their car tracker going already, we got time these bozos organization isn't that powerful. If anything we're higher, i'd say just bring viles, guns, and lace some rags." Dmitri suggested, Caden nodding and throwing one of the men over his shoulder. "Alright thanks, i'll call you later." He hung up the phone, grabbing the other by the belt and tossing them into the boat before speeding towards the house. |
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