The Boss
Prologue
"Chloroform's just not fast enough," the blond man argued. "You know she'll struggle right up until she drops, and it would only take one kick from those legs of hers..." He sighed, thoroughly frustrated. "You need to make a knock-out shot or something."
"Great idea," his new 'friend' scoffed. "And we'll give it to her...how?" He shook his head. "We should just shoot Austin first; that'd put a crimp in her fighting spirit."
"That is not the plan!" the blond man thundered, his eyes glowing crazily.
"What's the difference? Either way, they'll both end up just as dead."
"NO We grab her first so I can take my time and kill her real slow. That bitch deserves to suffer in fear, and Austin will get a tape of every glorious second so he can commiserate before we knock him off."
"I'm just saying it'd be a lot easier -"
"And I'm telling you how we're going to do this! It's my set-up – remember? You're only along for the ride."
"And the money, and...my own revenge."
"Yeah, right. Like I really care. We're gonna teach both of them a real good lesson – their last lesson!"
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