Chapter 14: The cellist who killed the billionaire

Zorak’s POV

“Run, motherfucker. Run.” I screamed through the wind chasing this madfucker

I was already storming through the woods, shirtless, soaked, barefoot, and fucking pissed. The trees blurred past me. The Branches tore at my arms

The bastard was fast—but I was faster. He had no idea the...

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