Chapter 943 (Incest/Taboo):Their Love Problem:>Ep41

• Gina waited until his attention was fully fixed on rummaging through their stuff piled in the trunk, whining and complaining continually as he searched, before closing in behind him and taking careful aim at the back of his head. Perhaps some sixth-sense, some instinct of self-preservation finally kicked in, but even as he began to turn his head, Gina fired, squeezing off three rounds, one each in the back of his head, at the base of his neck, and between his shoulder-blades. Carlo never felt a thing as his lifeless body pitched heavily forward into the trunk, to lie motionless, half in and half out of the trunk, which suited her fine; if she'd shot him in the car, or even by the roadside she'd never have got his bulk into the trunk unaided; now, all she had to do was swing his legs over the trunk lip, cover the body with the blanket she'd bought for that very purpose, and close the trunk.
• Gina smiled happily; that pointless fat fuck was out of the way, his wife and her hick brother didn't know her and couldn't identify her, and she had two hundred grand to spend as she pleased, with no Carlo to claim it and throw it around like he'd been planning on doing. Life was good; she had the money, she was free and clear, and best of all, no more Carlo and his pudgy, sweaty hands pawing at her.
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