Peter slammed his fist against the dashboard. The b***h had tricked him into thinking she was weak and fragile. He couldn’t stop now. He had noticed the other man coming up behind him on the road in the horse and sleigh. If the b***h survived the fall, he would have another chance at her. He knew she wouldn’t tell the men about who or what she was. He would be considered some homeless guy whom she had chanced upon, and sooner or later they would let their guard down. When they did, he would be there.
Fishtailing as he finished crossing the bridge, he drove recklessly down the road until he reached the highway. There was no way to identify him as he was wearing dark glasses and a hat. He had worn gloves everywhere thanks to the damn cold weather. He would dump the car, get another one, sha
