Chapter 62. Spooking Hell

*** SOMEWHERE IN NEW ORLEANS ***

“He’s awake, brothers!” Eva yelled, drawing the attention of Dean and Clinton. Switching her gaze on Dave, she smiled with fakeness. “What took you so long?”

Eva has been keeping an eye on Dave, waiting for him to regain consciousness after he was knocked out. She refused to take her eyes off him to make sure he never got the chance to escape or try to put up a stunt.

Dave slid his tongue across his teeth and tightened his hands into fists on the ground. “This isn’t over,” he said, glaring at Eva with hate.

“It is!” Clinton echoed, walking up to Dave as Dean followed right behind him. He stood in front of Dave, staring down at him. He couldn’t help but giggle slyly. “You came here to kill me for killing your mother, but you are not under my mercy.”

Dave’s eyes flared with rage. The feeling of violence came upon him like a garment of war. “So it is you?” He looked at Clinton with hostility.

Hastily, he sprang