WILLIAM
Benny stands next to Leena’s father and presses the muzzle of his revolver against his head before bobbing his head in my direction. I walk towards him and stop just a few steps away, crossing my arms.
“What do you want?” Mr. Jackson asks, his voice harsh and fearless. “Who are you?”
“I’m William,” I say. “And I’m here to talk.”
“Talk about what?” he grunts, holding his hand against his stomach as blood sips between his fingers. “You better be quick, this s**t hurts and needs to be cleaned again.”
“I’m here to talk about your daughter.”
He sighs, “What about that little b***h?”
“I want you to cancel the marriage you arranged between her and Henry’s son,” I say.
He laughs. He laughs so hard, it chokes him. “That’s not possible young man. Henry won’t spare me.”
“And you thin
