"How is it? Everything is under control, right? No one following us. Carl, check behind," said the driver after making sure the woman stopped resisting. He checked the back seat with the rearview mirror again.
The man with curly brown hair, Carl, followed that order without being asked twice. He turned his head to look at the street behind them.
"Yeah, it's safe. I think no one heard her screams." He rashly patted the poor woman's butt. "You are unlucky this time, baby."
"Keep monitoring. We will arrive at the Crausa intersection soon. Once we get there, we will be safe." The driver glanced at the poor woman in the rearview mirror. "At that time we can be together again, my darling. We can have fun again. You always said that you didn't like me hanging out with my friends, right? You always said that they all are pathetic. That's why I will show you that what you said was wrong. I will invite you to get to know them better and have fun with them."
