NICHOLAS POV
We had a deal and I paid you in full, Mr. Don. Now where is the box I paid for? I said, the frustration in my voice slowly surfacing.
He sat calmly, like what I was clearly saying didn’t faze him even a little bit. “Mr. Ford, you will get your payment back in full, but as for the box—I’m sorry, it was stolen.”
He leaned back on the chair, calm the entire time. When he spoke, I felt my anger skyrocket and I wanted to rip his head off.
“What do you mean it got stolen? You guys are a criminal organisation, how does someone steal from you?”
My fist clenched under the desk. Stolen. It felt like my nails could tear into my skin. I didn’t know why, but it felt like this was a joke to him, and I was insulted.
Don didn’t flinch. He took a drag of his cigar, smoke coming out of hi
