C20 Your man
He glares at me as I grab a chair and put it before him. It's taking every ounce of control not to put a bullet in his head and leave this place, but killing him would be too easy. I take a seat on the chair.
“Who paid you to do this? I’ll pay you ten times what they’re giving you” He tries to reason, finally realizing how serious this is.
"Ten times?" I ask, pretending to be interested