“Oh f**k,” someone whispered. I could smell his fear.
“And I’ll have you know I’m not happy.” I waved a finger at them. “My daughter was never a slut. Me on the other hand, that’s a different story.”
I saw one of them reach down to scratch his ankle. He’d either be retrieving a knife or gun, and I’d let him. A little display of my omnipotence would do them the world of good. I doubted it would improve their respect for me, though possibly they might develop a healthy respect for how desperate their situation was.
“Well boys, I’d like to get down to business as soon as possible. I have places to go, people to kill.”
Okay, it was a small knife and I saw it coming towards me in slow motion. It wasn’t a bad throw, though it was going to miss anything vital by a long shot. Maybe that was th
