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('Damn, it had been a fucking nightmare') he managed to keep him still, the boy looked like a beetle wriggling under his grip, even when he had sprayed that bee poison the boy somehow throw it up and kept jerking, it was of no use so Albert had than giving him a strong blow on the head for keep him faint. At least the movies told the truth, all Latinos are feisty sons of bitches.
Now Shaw was taking him out of the van, the boy was covered in a sheet in case any gossip dared to look, but even so Albert ran as fast as he could to his house so as not to be noticed, that dark-haired boy didn't weigh much, he had to guess the child probably weighed 49'.
His loose, silky hair fell over his shoulders while his hazel eyes were closed in deep rest (unconsciousness).
Another shit was not having taken Samson to the Backyard, his faithful dog had begun to bark at the unconscious unknown boy as soon as Albert set his feet inside the living room. The man had to kick his dog to calm it down, that only took it out a little cry from the canine, but normally Albert didn't care about that
Now Shaw was carrying the annoyed boy towards his basement, he felt the satisfaction run down his spine as the cold air of that basement ran over their bodies. It was almost surreal that he finally had that little shit Latin, here, under his house.
Albert threw him onto the mattress as if he were a sack and the boy remained with his eyes half open for a second, but he closed them again, probably too dizzy to try to wake up. Albert let it pass only because it was his first time and because he was in a good mood.
He left the child lying on the mattress and went upstairs.
Already being up there he had fulfilling his first mission, the grabber had changed his role, now he was Shaw, not Albert, not The grabber, just Shaw.
Shaw doesn't kidnap children, so the first thing he did was close the door that led to the stairs. Shaw doesn't kick dogs, so he went to give his dog some petting while sitting on the couch.
—Hey boy, how are you, you okay? yeah, you're okay, it was just a little kick, you know that, right?.— Shaw said in a quiet and warm tone of voice so that his Samson would feel better while he continued caressing and pampering it.
After that it was already 5:15 in the afternoon, he considered for a moment taking Samson for a walk, but then he refused and just took the animal out to the back garden, he wasn't going to go out at that moment, the man just began to think about the dinner
After a while it was already 6:18 pm Shaw made food for one, he cooked some pasta and he only took Samson his croquettes, Shaw ate dinner while turning on the TV, as always to his new favorite channel, the news, Shaw considered himself a strictly capitalist man and in those days the news was carrying too much socialist shit for his taste, but one thing that really interested him was to see what people had to say about 'The Grabber' the news had been flooded with That Name 'The Galesburg grabber'. Thanks to Albert the news at least had something else to talk about, even he would like to come out one day and say something like 'Only because of me this damn town was noticed at least once in the history of the United States of America, bitch' But even though he liked to show off, he knew that it would give him some problems...