He waits for my reaction, but continues when doesn't see one.
"You have a choice. A, you and your sister go back home and enjoy the rest of your day while I take Greg and kill him." I gasp at his cruelty.
There is no way I'm letting him kill Greg.
"OR, I don't kill Greg."
He finished his sentence but I knew there's more to it.
"You move in, here, with me. You get your own room. Your own bathroom. You don't even have to look at me, but you will be living under my roof."
"And Greg lives?"
"And Greg lives."
So I had to live in his house.. And he wouldn't kill Greg.
"What kind of deal is that!"
"A very good one. There shouldn't even be a deal. I should have killed that mutt the second he spoke to you."
I scowl at him. Why can't he just do something nice, because he wants to
