66 Aftermath

Dalvin breathed out to calm himself and looked around. The street was still empty of people due to how early it was, but that would not be the case soon. He also glanced up towards the nearest streetlights and poles, his expression becoming ugly when he saw the cameras there that probably recorded everything.

This was why the fellows wore masks; even if the cameras recorded them tossing her out, it meant nothing. The windows of the Land Cruiser were heavily tinted, and its registration was probably fake.

Everything had been recorded, and his dumbass face was plastered over the screen doing incredible feats of athleticism and showing speed beyond human comprehension. There was no point in running and leaving the scene because of this, and rather, Dalvin needed a way to clear things up fast.

He opened his phone quickly and dialed a certain number.