Book 3 Chapter 4
Unknown POV Everything went to s**t; the b***h was supposed to die. I go over my notes, trying to figure out how only half the explosives went off; even with just one going off, it should have set the others off. “I must have missed something. I am sorry,” Laura stutters out, when I turn my anger toward the pathetic woman. She had one task, one f*****g task. She just had to squeeze under the house and connect some f*****g wires, and she couldn’t even do that right, even after I showed her numerous times. “Did you use the black one with the red writing?” I ask her, trying to figure out how she f****d up. Her face pales. “I thought you said the red one with black writing.” She stutters. Hopping up, I walk over to the cupboard to look at the bombs I made. Opening the closet door,
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