"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Frank shouted, as he slammed his fist hard and angrily against the steering wheel. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the smoking hood of the car in front of him, the hiss of the engine rising like a curse.
He had her. He fucking had her! But somehow, that little slippery bitch always managed to somehow find ways to wriggle way out of his grasp. Like she knew how to vanish right when he got close. Every. Single. Time.
His phone buzzed, immediately yanking himself out of the spiraling frustration boiling in his system. He answered without checking the caller ID, his voice sharp and raw.
"What?" He hissed loudly.
"Hello, sir—" Jamal's voice cracked through the speaker.
"What do you want !Jamal?" Frank snapped.
"I'm so sorry to bother you…I really am honestly…but I've got some bad news sir."
