He stared out the window in shock. His beautiful black Maserati GT was literally in flames. It wasn’t a joke. It looked as though a bomb had gone off inside the car. The windows and windscreen were all blown out. Flames consumed what had once been smooth cream leather custom made to his liking. Heavy dark smoke completed the scene.
“f**k!”
Trey’s hand patted his shoulder as though to offer comfort for his loss. Edward grunted in annoyance, then shrugged off his friend’s hand. It was just a car. He could buy another. But he was still going to kill whoever had blown up his beautiful car. That was for sure.
Having seen enough of the wreckage that was left of his car and with more important things to worry about, he stepped away from the window and quickly returned his eyes to the tablet. A
