" Don't you know it's wrong to follow someone." Damien said, slamming his car door shut. His gun was cocked and trained on the car a few distance away from him. He had noticed a car trailing him a few minutes ago. His pursuer had been persistent and every turn he made to evade the vehicle was futile.
He made a wild turn and pulled into a deserted street, grabbed his pistol from his glove box and stepped out. The car, of course, had followed. Its windows were tinted and the night's darkness around them provided a thicker coverage.
Damien Kane was a paranoid man on the best of days, but in times like this, when nothing in his life seemed to be going the way they should, he became downright murderous. Just like his cousin, he hated when people thought they could outsmart him. Johnathan Ramus was the last person he expected to step out of the vehicle.
He lessened his threatening posture but he still didn't lower his gun.
