Kapitel 347: Police Dog

Billie Bob Taylor 

We drove to this so called mysterious warehouse in a golf cart because even though I was willing to get into a car, I would only trust it once we were in Canada. I had no idea why, but I just trusted a different country would work out better for me with roads I did not know. 

"I should have used the golf carts a long time ago," I smiled as I looked around whilst Benedito drove, "But I don't trust myself to drive anymore."

He looked at me and gave me a sad smile, "You'll be driving in no time. Trust me the people who hurt you will get what's coming to them."

"Like your parents?" I raised my eyebrow. He nodded. "What are you going to do to them?"

"Kill them," he answered nonchalantly. 

"Benedito," I hissed, "that's a bit harsh."

"They wanted to kill you," he frowned, "an eye for an eye meu amor. No one lays a hand on you without losing their life."