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Prologue “It’s now or never, you either blow his head off, or get the hell outta here,” Josh said, his terrified gaze moving back and forth to Michael and the victim. Glaring at Josh, Michael shouted, “Shut up, dork! I know what to do, man, I am in control here..don’t try to boss me around! I know what and when to do!” With that, he pushed Josh aside roughly, him ending up in a pile of hay. The victim, still unconscious. The midnight air was still, the place was deserted. But Michael wasn’t alone. From inside Michael’s car, Arisa saw it all. Heard it all. Trembling, she checked her surroundings. Michael was still inside the old house. Grabbing her purse, she went out of the car, took off her heels and ran. Where to, she was unsure. Michael came out that very second and saw her running away.
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