At the massacre house, Lawrence aimed his gun at Foster. Asher didn't blink as he watched his father cock his gun ready to shoot him. His eyes filled with nothing but hatred for them.
"Son, would you like to do the honors?" Lawrence asked, handing Asher the gun.
Jake teased as he felt a gun touch the back of his head. He closed his eyes waiting for the bullet to tear him apart.
A sudden explosion was heard from the outside, making Lawrence's eyes turn wide in confusion, he didn't remember ordering any use of explosives. He felt a sense of Déjà Vu as he heard the cry of his men.
He turned furiously at Foster, his eyes burning with bewilderment.
"You scumbag! Just like your father, you planned an ambush on me?" Lawrence asked his voice loud enough to make his men tremble.
Foster lifted his head, smirking at him in mockery. "You'll die just like your father!" He spat angrily, making Lawrence's face turn red from fury.
