ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
CHAPTER FOUR. BAD GUYS; GOOD GUYS Roadkill ✺. February 24, 2021 — 08:21 PM ( ᴛᴡ: ɪʟʟᴇɢᴀʟᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs, sᴛʀᴏɴɢʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ )
Hilton languidly navigated his vehicle up the ramp of a dingy parking garage situated on the outskirts of Bay Point, a suburban area nestled by the waterfront. Nahaila sat in the passengers seat, acting as his guide, directing him towards the designated parking garage. The structure before them appeared weathered and on the verge of collapsing at any given moment. After Hilton had collected his winnings, it was now Nahaila's turn to retrieve her own reward. She hadn't divulged many details to him, simply assuring him that he wouldn't be led to a deserted location and murdered. However, there was still a lingering possibility of danger that he couldn't completely dismiss."Where is we even going?" Hiltongrumbles, their ascent through the countless ramps seeming endless.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Nahaila's eyes roll back momentarily. "We're here. This is our base, you big baby.." she finally reveals, causing Hilton to sputter in surprise, stealing a glance at his companion. "Dawg, this shit look dingy as fuck," he expressed, readjusting his left ear enhancer due to it picking up some arbitrary sounds which resulted in an overbearing ringing. Nahaila pivots her head towards him. "Aht—not too much on us.." Hilton couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, his curiosity ignited by the prospect of uncovering more about the mysterious woman.
