He glances back at us before pressing his head against the wheel, shaking. “I can’t,” he sobs.
“123 Winchester Boulevard,” Idris snaps. “That’s your home, isn’t it? What a lovely family you have—”
“Okay, okay!” he yells. “Just don’t hurt them, please, they’re innocent. They think I just work here at the bank, but I couldn’t turn down the money on the side.”
“Nor the drugs and free stolen girls,” Idris snarls. “Location.”
The man reels it off, and Idris, without a second thought, pulls the trigger. The shot is loud, making me jerk. I watch as his head explodes, his blood and brain matter splattering across the wheel and front window, which shatters slightly.
“Get dressed, time to go,” he murmurs to me.
I swallow and nod, pulling myself from his cock with a wince before climbing out of the car. I slip into my trousers as he shuts the door and checks over the car before doing something to the petrol cap. Taking my hand, he leads me back to the SUV and helps me in. He starts the engine, and just as we are pulling away, I hear the Audi explode.
Another one down.