The Slumdog Billionaire

66.The G Wagon Bitch

Chapter Sixty Six

Henry stopped, gripping the handlebars of his old bicycle tightly as he stared down the massive, snarling dog in front of him. Its low growl rumbled like thunder, teeth bared as it edged closer with each second. He tried to stand his ground, inhaling deeply to steady his nerves.

“Hey! Go away!” Henry commanded, his voice wavering slightly. The dog ignored him, its focus unbroken as it crept closer, muscles tensed, eyes dark and threatening.

To Henry’s frustration, the two security guards near the dealership entrance stood motionless, smirking slightly as if entertained by the scene.

“Why aren’t you calling off this beast of a dog?!” he barked at them, a flash of irritation crossing his face.

One of the guards, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a smirk plastered on his face, shrugged. “It’s just doing its job, sir,” he replied coolly, voice dripping with sarcasm. “We get plenty of people here trying to pose in front of the G-Wagons just for pictures. They pretend they