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"Where? Animals or people? I need times, dates, and locations." Caden eased simply, flicking a spot of dirt out of under his nail. |
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"Cars. The desert." The man drawled. ~
Emily heard the men come in and she was under one of the many cars. The men yanked her out by her legs, causing her to yelp but turn and hit one of them in the face with the wrench she was holding. "Bitch!" He bellowed, smacking her across the face. She huffed a frustrated breath, turning to take nother hit as she was pinned to the ground by the other, the gun's barrel digging into her temple. ~
The man raised his hands in mock defeat. "Fine. I'll point out which car you used to lose" He challenged |
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"Never been to a desert and even then i'd never put one of my cars in there, too pricy to ruin." He noted, glancing over at the man. "No thanks, I don't allow many in my garage." |
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"Aw, c'mon, man" The man grumbled. ~
Emily was pinned, thrashing around and trying to not cry out as a boot connected with her cheekbone over and over. It was swelling and painful as more and more white hot agony coursed through her face. She eventually got free, swining with a nearby wrench as the men tried to grab her once more. "Fucking crazy, bitch!" One bellowed, clutching his forehead where she'd hit him. They bolted to their boss, dragging him with them. The boss saw the state his men were in and cast one last look at Caden before dipping. They peeled out of the driveway, the tires screeching. ~
Emily had made her way to the bathroom and gengerly touched her cheekbone. She winced. Yup, definitely swollen and bleeding. She sighed, shutting the door so Caden wouldn't see her while passing by |
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Caden saw Emily and grabbed a pistol, slipping into the challenger and sliding out behind them. "Their not getting away with that,"
He muttered, shifting gears. "Whatever they did i'll do 5 times harder to them. All of them." |
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Emily heard the tires, not realizing Caden was gone, and just cleaned her wounds. ~
The men saw the approaching challenger and sped quicker, police being spotted soon up ahead as lights came on and followed the car |
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Caden didn't mind the lights, following them closely. |
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The police called to Caden with his speaker. "Black Challenger. Pull over" |
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Caden heard them and glanced up at the mirror, making eye contact with the officer before focusing back on chasing after the three. He needed them to pull in somewhere so he could beat them half to death, his patience wavering. |
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The car suddenly darted into a dark parking lot, the police car just continuing past while oblivious |
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Sunny
