I was terrified, but I could not care less, so I took Sylvia in my arms and dashed out. Perhaps the booze in my bloodstream gave me an extra boost since I felt invigorated. I carried Sylvia and ran out of the bar and toward the BMW.
I put Sylvia in the passenger seat, started the car, and left. Even after the car drove for ten minutes, my heart was still panicking and pounding away. I did not know if Fat Tony was just killed by me. Even if he did not die, if he found out that the person who beat him up was me, he would certainly look for me to settle the score.
I was terrified at the thought. I did not know where the courage came from at the time. I was just a prop bought by Sylvia for her fake marriage plans. If I killed someone because of her, it would not be worth the sacrifice.
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