“Fuck you,” the asshole groaned as sweat beaded on his brow. “You’re going to kill me anyway.” “Oh, that’s without a doubt. You were dead the moment you shoved a gun in my side and tried to make me sit in a car with my brother behind the wheel. The only question is…how long will it take. Will we kill you slowly as we draw it out for days, or do we kill you fast and end the agony?” He looked up at my brother and desperation glinted in his eyes as his lips curled. He said nothing for a second, until defeat moved in and caused him to nod. “That’s what I figured,” Carven muttered as he reached
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