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"What pitstop?", Dante asked, unbuttoning his suit jacket and taking it off.

"It's just a quick one", I reassured him.

We climbed into the Porsche and drove away from the murder scene, knowing we'd never have to face the consequences of our actions. It was strange; being able to murder someone and not end up in prison.

Even if police came knocking on Ace's door, he'd either pay them off or they'd go missing. Ace made his message loud and clear to the government. If they didn't let Ace go about his business, there would be war, and he would win.

"Do you ever think about the things we do?" Dante muttered, as if he was thinking out loud.

"Sometimes." I replied quickly, watching the trees go by through the window.

"Do you think we're bad people, do you think karma exists?", he questioned, his concentration on the road yet his mind was somewhere else entirely.

"No, i think we're just morally fucked." I answered, glancing over at him.

"Yea, definitely fucked alright. I doubt any of u