I suppose when you don’t have the money to pay, and the only other option is to take it from your flesh…you become real easy on what you’re willing to do. The loser would sell his own daughter to cover his debt to us.

“Yes, yes, I understand, take her!” he screams. It’s been a whole two days since I got to kill someone, and I’m getting restless. Sweat drips down his face as he cries out, and I wonder if Ryder will let me kill him. “Rob, pay attention, I don’t like to repeat myself,” Ryder snaps, so Garrett grabs Rob’s greying, short hair and yanks his head back, a blade appearing in his hand, which he presses to the shaking man’s throat. I was deemed too insane to deal with employees after I burned one of their eyes out for calling me scum. We do have a few legit businesses, not that I have anything to do with them. Let him think Ryder is the only one in charge, we like to keep it that way. It was Kenzo who brought this man to our attention, after all. His face, similar to Ryder’s, is locked in a death stare with the man, waiting for something interesting to happen.

Kenzo is leaning against the wall opposite me, his dice rolling between his fingers like always. I know there are a few blisters forming under his shirt from where Ryder let me have some fun. And those are only the wounds you can see. Rob’s eye is ballooned shut, his lip split and cheek already bruising. They were good times, even if I did break some bones.īlinking, I look back at the man in the chair opposite Ryder. I’d know, I’ve fought him a couple of times. There’s a reason they call him Mad Dog in the ring-you don’t even see the big bastard coming. Munching on the guy’s crisps, I watch in glee as Garrett delivers another brutal blow before stepping back. His scarred, tatted up knuckles bleed from the punches he delivered to our unhappy host. I, on the other hand, am covered in Rob’s blood, so is Garrett for that matter. I told him once I could scar his face for him, it might make others take him more seriously. Though the cold calculation in his gaze lets you know he’s not just a pretty face.

Fucker always dresses like he’s ready to walk a runway. “You understand what that means, don’t you, Rob?” Ryder murmurs as he straightens his suit, not that it was even wrinkled in the first place.

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