“I got this. You go keep the car running.” He kissed her on the lips and forehead, sending her on her way.
Antoinette stopped as she reached the staircase and turned to her boo. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” he replied.
“Not as much as I love you.”
“Impossible.”
She smiled and he smiled back. With that she was gone.
Ronny grabbed a red gas can from the corner of the basement and began splashing the floors, the dead bodies and the walls with gasoline. He then slowly backed up the staircase dousing them with the flammable fluid. Once he finished, he tossed the gas can aside. He pulled out a match-book and struck a match. He took the time to admire the burning flame before turned his hateful eyes onto his former boss, smiling devilishly. The flickering golden glow
