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94. THE END OF THE ROAD

It started with Black Hound again.

He smiled as he cruised around town. His baldy captive was still tied up against the chair. He was not afraid of getting stopped by the cops, he was protected. He was confident about his sources.

"I am going to cut the ropes binding you captive but if you move," the Black Hound began and switched into a threatening mode while throwing him a quick left glance. "I will break your jaw and crack it back into place," Black Hound added in a low growl.

The bald man froze, realizing that resistance was futile. He was horrified and he asked himself multiple times how he got himself stuck with the psychopath driving him.

It was not just Black Hounds' size that mattered. It was instead how easily he could blend in. He was six foot five inches, had well built muscles, and knew how to do his job very well.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Black Hound used his free hand to loosen the ropes. He secretly wanted the bald man to do somet