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My heart skips a beat.
I’m fascinated by their obvious delight in violence.
I’m watching way too long, but I can’t look away.
That was supposed to be my victim. Instead, he’s become theirs.
And I find myself oddly mesmerized by how they seem to enjoy dishing out pain just as much as I do.
One of them grabs his shoulder, pulls him close, and whispers something into his ear.
With a trembling hand, the man points at the closet to the left, and the guy storms at it, opening it up to find a safe, which he easily unlocks.
So they were beating him to make him say the code?
The guy pulls money from the safe and stuffs it into a bag. But when he turns, his piercing blue eyes suddenly flick to the window, and I duck. I crawl across the porch and hear footsteps coming toward the door.
Fuck.
I inhale a sharp breath and run back to the biggest tree to hide behind just as the door opens up, and three guys come barging out.
CLING CLANG!
Some coins drop to the stone pavement below the steps.
“Hey, don’t drop any. We need all of it,” someone says.
That voice … It sounds so, so familiar, but I can’t place it.
“Sorry, it’s just a lot. Man, that dude was so happy to part ways with that fucking cash,” another guy says, snorting.
Again, a voice I can’t place but definitely recognize from somewhere.
Could it be them? Are these the same guys who I met before in that grimy house?
Are they following me, or is it another coincidence?
I swallow away the nerves as they approach. I don’t dare to look.
“Hold on,” the first guy says. “We forgot some equipment. Let’s go back inside.”
“You go up ahead to start the car.”
“Okay, okay,” the guy says.
The door opens up again, and I can hear two guys walk back in again.
Now it’s just me and that one dude who’s going to the car.
His whole face hides underneath a hoodie, so I can’t tell who it is. He casually strolls down the pavement, whistling a happy tune, but I can smell the stench of fresh blood, like an odor drifting through the wind. Right as he passed the tree, I make myself as small as possible, hoping he doesn’t see me. But I know they’ll find the motorcycle outside eventually.
What do I do?
I lean in to see where he’s going, but suddenly, I’m face-to-face with him.
“Well, hello there,” he says. “Nice to see you again.”
What the fuck? How did he find me here?
