C49 I Wholeheartedly Seek Death

The man's voice grated like a drake's, indescribably harsh to the ear.

Westley and Rashawn turned in unison.

Behind them stood two men and a woman.

The man on the left was short, his stature overwhelmed by the designer clothes he wore, which did little to disguise his bulkiness. His beady eyes oozed sleaziness, making one feel distinctly uneasy.

The other man was tall