…Lucas POV…
They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of four Rugers. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Sloane underestimates my determination.
I have come too far and too long to where I am; there shall be no one that crosses me. Now, if Sloane does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again.
“You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will return my property.”
Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furio
