"No..."

Lydia was clutching her head even as Jane stomped on her and kicked her viciously in the stomach.

All Lydia could do was cry in frustration, not even understanding how things turned out like this.

Frank looked on, his glare icy.

"Stop," he growled, but Jane was not showing any sign of stopping.

Frank strode up right then, catching her by the wrist and snapping, "I told you to stop, you hear?!"

"Fuck you! I still had yet to get you back for fucking with us, and you're already messing with us again?!"

Laughing coolly, Jane swung her other hand at Frank to slap him.

Frank was incensed right then.

Instead of dodging, he caught Jane's wrist and squeezed.

There was a vague crunch of bones, and Jane dropped to the floor, her arms suddenly limp as she screamed like a gutted pig. "Fucking brat! How dare you mess up my turf!"

incensed seeing his lover

a large group of goons came charging into the entrance, led by a thug sporting

chewing on bubble gum and had a look as if he was above

troublemaker, boss?"

Bode bellowed furiously, pointing at

work, boys!" The goon leader beckoned at his men with his steel

no breath and laughed savagely as

looked

came to her senses

and

The Run, Mr. Lawrence!

are Mr. Swain's

are

"Run? Hah, too late!"

a fiddle, you prick! You can afford a Veyron? Holde yourself

"Hmph."

fries like you? That's beneath

gold card that Gene gave him to

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