Bughhh!

A muffled bang came from the trunk of a car parked right on the side of the road, the sound faded, his gaze turned straight ahead, he took a few sips from his cigarette before returning his gaze to the rearview mirror, observing the situation. The rustling of the night breeze brushed past his ears, the rancid smell of blood wafting into the air for some time afterward, clearly wafting through his nose.

"Eliminating all evidence, love?"

Brigham Redmond. The famous Swedish businessman turned to the other side of the car, finding his love standing there with raised eyebrows, looking annoyed. After all, there was nothing wrong, you just killed, apart from irritation, there was also a sense of satisfaction in your gaze, which was warmly welcomed by Brigham himself.

He smiles knowingly, starts the car engine as the door closes, his gaze returns to looking ahead, but his hand comes out to squeeze your thigh, making circles with his fingers, rough and tight, so good.

"Good job, my girl.."