[~Music Recommendations: Wicked Games by Chris Isaak & The Mother by Brandi Carlile~]
"Uh-oh…" Frank exclaimed while Layla followed his vision to catch sight of a person exiting the car; soon his face became evident as the headlights fell on him and Layla felt her soul leaving her body.
"Michael…" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she clutched hard onto her dress while Frank soon followed suit and exited the car without wasting a single second more; he could feel Michael's cold gaze directed at Layla, as if he could see through Layla's soul even with the barrier of the windshield.
"Michael-Michael, listen to me," Frank uttered as he approached Michael, who was letting out a ruthless aura. There wasn't any frown or sign of distaste over his face, but Frank knew better the facade of coldness that he wore concealed his rage.
