Gavin was seething with rage, his mind swirling with thoughts of revenge. He hadn't felt such anger since his time in the Middle East.
A black Passat zoomed down the road, maneuvering skillfully around other cars. Meanwhile, in a private room of a bar, a man in his thirties lounged on a plush sofa, with a young woman nestled close to him.
"Mr. Allen, now that I'm yours, you must take revenge for me," the young woman said shyly, snuggling deeper into his arms.
The man chuckled confidently, "Cathy, don't worry. Anyone who dares hurt my woman is in for big trouble, even if it's God himself."
The young woman was Cathy. She clung to him, scantily dressed, her body as soft as a marshmallow.
The man she addressed as "Mr. Allen" was Baron. If Alice were present, she would immediately recogniz
