Linc's POV
Chris walked in as his goons shoved me into a room ripping my shirt of me in the process, whilst Chris followed behind holding as a blade in front of my face with a smile.
"You can't even do your own dirty work, you had to hire these idiots," I said with disgust.
"Break his left arm," Chris said as they held my arm out twisting it doing as they had been told. "I need his good hand only for what I have planned," Chris smirked as they tied up my hands behind my back. My arm was killing me as they stood back to look at their handiwork.
I started to laugh saying, "Did you seriously think I would let you take us willingly.
Pulling out his blade he slowly ran it across my stomach saying, "Tell me what you mean by that."
"I am going to kill you for this, do you hear me!" I growle
