We Have The Target!

Damien and his men were bold enough to not even wear masks. Why would they when even the police dared not say a word. They were Mr Turner’s men after all, even if the police did arrest them, they will be released with just a phone call.

In the van, the men forcibly tied August’s hands behind his back, his struggle was not enough to overcome the four thugs. They overpowered him pressing him against the vans floor as it drove on.

“Look who we have here,” Damien said sarcastically a sneer curled on his lips.

“Let me go, you scoundrels,” August protested, struggling to free himself from the men’s grip, but he couldn’t they were too strong.

“You disappoint me,” Damien snorted. “It’s so unfortunate you don’t have the strength to match your mouth. You talk so much but can’t free yourselves from my men’s grip. Maybe you should have thought of this before asking us to do all those things,” Damien said slowly, his voice dripping with malice.

“Look here Damien, you and your men should let me go
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