"s**t!" Graham swore loudly. The man's forehead hit the steering wheel with enough force that there was a tear that was bleeding. "You f*****g bastard!" Even though he was suffering from a dizziness that made his head spin, his hatred and anger towards Archer made him focus on that first instead of checking his overall condition.
The man groaned softly, leaning his shoulders against the chair; it was only when he had positioned himself better that his eyes realized what kind of situation he was in. "Oh damn, s**t!" He was stunned when his eyes saw that his car was on the edge of a cliff.
His hands frantically released the seat belt he was wearing.
The car was still calm when he almost got out of there. Still, when he looked back, he saw Archer coming out of the car in the same state as
