Evans
I had to quickly get home to relax, after the scene Amelia pulled into the board room. Even if she was my best friend's daughter, I hated her guts. She annoyed the f*ck out of me but thanks to my self-control.
Soon enough, I caught a glimpse of what she wore. That yellow dress was Amelia's. She looked like she was struggling to get out of his grip.
No Evans, just leave. My subconscious said.
I pass the aisle but soon enough, I see myself going back again.
I take the bat in my back seat, using it on his head.
“Who the f*ck are you!” The guy shouted in my face and I gave him a punch—breaking his nose.
“I also don't want to be here, it's mutual,” I said and gave him another blow. He was no match for me because he was on the floor in seconds.
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Amelia slept soundly in my car,
