Chapter Thirty Three:
A small discourse that Edward didn’t foresee.
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FOR A MOMENT, Edward was immobilized.
After answering the call and hearing the person threatened him, the line ended without him uttering any reply. He just sat there on the driver’s seat, staring mindlessly with the phone in his hands. More seconds passed, he dropped his phone on the shotgun seat with such force that it bounced back on the truck’s floor.
“Motherfucker!” He yelled in exasperation, snaking both hands onto his hair, even pulling some strands out of frustration. Tipping his head backwards, he slammed both hands on the steering wheel. “I’m going to f*****g get you, Lincoln!” Edward fumed, pounding angrily on the wheel in front of him.
He was taking his time with releasing the fury that was brewing insi
