Lune's nod made Emma and Rachel smile with satisfaction. It turned out that threatening Oscar's men was as easy as they thought.
"Alright," Emma said while pulling back the knife from Lune's neck. Because the knife was very sharp, it left a bloody scratch mark on his skin.
As soon as she made sure Emma was out of the car, Rachel yanked off her belt reluctantly, "You better do it well, you bastard!" she hissed emphatically before exiting the passenger door.
As soon as the noose around his neck was released, Lune instantly coughed and took as much breath as he could because he had only been able to draw in little oxygen.
"Shit! Fuck! Dammit!" He exclaimed while beating the car steering wheel as an outlet for his anger over the bad luck that came repeatedly. It seemed that what the girl at the mini-market said oppositely happened to him.
