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"Them? Of course not. I want 50 million. Cash. I get that, you get her." The man snapped, tightening his grip until the edges of Rose's one eyeshe could see out f began to flutter open and shut. She squirmed against the man's hold sharply |
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Caden was confused. "You...only want...50 million? Thats it? Great, i'll run that by here tommorow. Good making a deal, i'm glad the company's doing well otherwise i'd be panicking." He chuckled, heading out the doors. |
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The man threw Rose behind him, making her crumple into a ball and trying to crawl away before kicking her in the hip. |
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Caden came back the next day, duffle bag of cash thrown over his shoulder as he walked to the same room. "Yo bro where are you?!" He called, gun in his pocket. |
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The man chuckled and tossed Rose's bloodied and broken body on the floor in front of Caden. "There's your bitch" he snickered, holding his hand out for the money. "She's pretty good" |
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"Yeah defa- huh? Did you fuck my wife?" Caden growled, holding the bag back. |
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"man, a deal's a deal. Just hand over the cash, dude." The man snickered. "I never promised to be nice" |
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Caden stared at him, taking the gun and sending off a bullet in aimed at him. |
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The man dropped dead, Rose freshly bleeding at Caden's feet and shivering from the cold. Her lip was busted up, multiple bones broken, and she was traumatized as a whole. She obviously had been abused for the entirety of being there |
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He lifted her up, carrying her out and setting her in the back of his Dodge. Caden sped to the hospital, bursting in the doors and ordering a room was available for her. The nurses didn't hesitate, considering the thunder in his tone made it seem the room was shaking. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
