Chapter 30- The Signature
"This ain't a fucken request buddy!" Anger seethed throughout Marcus' being. He glanced at the figure on his knees balancing the Bazooka. Sweat trickling down his face, Marcus probed his body for a pen. He lifted his hands up in protest. "I don't got a pen." Tobias panicked, he had also been staring at the Bazooka like he had seen Medusa's head. Knowing a blast would obliterate them from the face of the earth. He turned around to address his men who stood far behind, but closer to the cars- ready to split should anything happen. "Somebody, bring me a pen in my fucken car!" He commanded loudly, his voice shaking from intimidation. "The boss has a pen?" "Where in the car is it?" Some of the men had stood frozen from fright and hadn't moved. Noticing no movement, and no car doors bei
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