“But remember, it’s only a start.” said Boris affirmatively, “The Dominator had done it before. If by some times they still couldn't locate this hunted person, they will raise the prices.”
“I've got to go home,” Trey zipped his army green jacket and swayed his feet in the direction of his house.
“Aldo will join us,” Boris’s thumb was on his keypad phone, messaging Aldo. “I've told him we’re on the way to your home so he’d better wait us there.” They now had left the bookstore and passed a series of shops on the side of the pavé. They had already reached the next block when suddenly Trey heard they sound of rushing footstep behind them.
It’s the sound of boot pounding the concrete pavé. Trey had a terrified memory with boots, those boots danced on the novelist body while she screamed for mercy, those boots kicked her stomach until she almost threw up. The sound of the boots suddenly pounded repeatedly against his ear drum. Trey jerked his head to clear his mind, but the sound of the boot was still chasing him.
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“I think we have a company.”
Trey turned his head, and there it’s, a man was striding toward them, a man with a boot and wore literally only a boxer on this breezy chilly day. The almost naked man walked against the breeze and rushed toward them.
Boris nudged Trey’s arm, “Should we run?” Boris’s voice sounded that he worried as the man was getting near to them.
Trey rummaged his floppy hair, “I don't think