KILL THE HEIR

Slowly, Elijah and Hank lowered Gusto on the floor, searching all over his body for where the cell phone could be at, but could not find it.

“Roll him over,” Hank said, as he stood away from Elijah in order to secure the door, although he feared what might happen if Gusto clawed himself out of consciousness.

Elijah grunted, pushing over the heavy pound man. As he stuck his hand into Gusto’s backpocket, he found the cell phone and his wallet, however, the worst happened.

Gust pulled Elijah from behind and tossed him forward, springing up to his feet. He fought through the foggy blurriness in his eyes, making a mental picture of Elijha, and paid no attention to his aching head.

Who would have thought a sleeping pill could make one feel like the weight of the whole world was hoisted o the person’s head?

Gusto has always been a man who showed no affiliation to pain, and that was the very reason Elijah refused at first to get back the cell phone. He staggered a while on his feet
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