She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 277

Crab wandered to the side and lit a cigarette, lost in his own thoughts.

A wave of melancholy washed over him.

He’d been seeing a woman lately. She treated him well, even if she was more than ten years older than he was. But age didn’t bother him. What mattered most between two people was how they felt about each other.

He didn’t want to keep living on the edge, risking his neck every day. Sometimes, when he caught a glimpse of a happy family—parents and their kid, laughing together—he found himself longing for the same thing. He wanted a home of his own.

This rootless, drifting life was exhausting. After a while, he couldn’t even remember what the point of it all was.

Numbness. Boredom.

Thinking back on his past, Crab took a long drag from his cigarette.

He'd started out as a street hustler—a pretty face who could charm the right kind of wealthy women. When he made them happy, they gave him plenty in return: cash, an apartment, all the perks.

But then, one of those women’s husbands found out. The guy put a price on Crab’s head.

The scar on his left cheek was a souvenir from one of those close calls. When he had nowhere else to run, he met the boss and got roped into even riskier business.

His boss was Gilbert—known on the street as Mouth.

Gilbert specialized in trafficking—people, guns, even organs. Sometimes, he dealt drugs too, but the authorities had been cracking down hard on that lately. These days, the boss was focused on organs. It was fast money. Once someone fell into their hands, it was all over before the cops could ever get a lead.

Gilbert was a brutal man. Crab had worked for him for years and knew exactly what he was capable of.

That’s why he’d tried, just now, to see if he could take some time off. He wanted to use that break to slip away with his girlfriend, leave the country for someplace where nobody knew him, and live out the rest of his life quietly.

But Gilbert refused.

Now he’d have to figure out another way.

Crab glanced back at Gilbert, who, as usual, was enjoying a smoke and the sea breeze. Every few days, there’d be a new woman by the boss’s side. Crab had seen it all so many times, it barely registered anymore.

Tonight, rumor had it, they were expecting a knockout. Crab couldn't help but wonder—who was the unlucky girl being delivered tonight?

Gilbert insisted on checking the merchandise himself. This wasn’t some girl from an average family—definitely not. Just another soul unlucky enough to cross their path. Of all the women Crab had seen end up in Gilbert’s hands, not one had made it out alive.

Crab shot another glance at Gilbert, who looked perfectly content, puffing away on his cigarette.

Ten minutes later, Crab noticed a small group heading toward their boat.

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