Eric: "Okay then… let me show some magic." 😏
Man 2 (nervously): "Leave it, bro…" 😒
Eric grinned. "Then… look outside." 😏
Man 2 cautiously walked to the window and opened it. Nothing. Just empty streets. 😒
Eric: "Is that all?" He chuckled softly. "Chuchu hu… now watch." 😏
Man 3, uneasy, pushed him aside. "Move…" He leaned out—and froze. 😶
Amber appeared, leaning against the window frame, eyes burning with deadly intensity.
Amber: "HII." 😈
Her movement was a blur. One quick motion, and Man 3 staggered back, clutching his nose. 😨
Man 2 rushed over, but in his panic, he stumbled out of the window and landed harshly in the bushes below. 😨
Uncle: "What the hell…?" 😶
Eric's voice rang calm and teasing: "Look carefully, Uncle… the face of death." 😎
Amber's gaze swept over him, and in a swift, fluid motion, a knife appeared. Before anyone could react, it pierced the uncle's chest.
Amber: "Rest in peace… shall we go?" She smiled faintly. 😊
Eric: "Yeah." 🥰
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On the way back, the car was quiet. Amber drove, her hands steady, eyes on the road. Eric sat close, still processing the thrill of the encounter.
Eric (grinning): "You didn't… kill my mother, right? 😅"
Amber didn't answer. She merely glanced at him from the corner of her eye. 😐
Eric: "Thanks, Aunt." 😊
Amber: "Hmm."
Eric: "Both of you… mother and son… so protective."
Amber smirked. "Justin isn't like me. He's more like Jonathan."
Eric looked down at her hand, hesitating. "Can I… touch it?" 🙂
Amber nodded and lifted him gently into her lap as she drove.
Eric, sighing with contentment, whispered:
"Whatever it is… both of you… mother and son… give me butterflies in a completely different way." 🥰
Amber glanced at him again, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Amber: "Hold on tight, Eric. We're just getting started." 😏
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If you want, I can continue this with Amber and Eric bonding further while keeping suspense and a sense of danger around Justin and the rest of the family, making it intense yet emotionally rich.
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