
"Do you know who that man is? That's Collin Tate! What's it say?" I shrugged I know who he is but what could a man like him want with a girl like me? I read the note to and show NY friend. "Dear birthday girl, I do wish you accept my gift. My signature creation cocktail and a beautifully perfect rose for a beautifully perfect woman. Please do feel free to thank me. ~ Collin Tate " I feel a blush come to my face then, I realize he said birthday girl. How did he know it's my birthday I've never met this man in my life, but yet they way he talks or writes in this case its like he's known me my whole life.
~Collin Tate~
"N-no pl-please stop, I'll g-get y-your money to y-you. I just I j-just need t-ti-time." His cries just makes me more impatient. He's had time how much time could he really need? I swing one more time, loving the sound the wood makes when it comes in contact. Loving the way he squirms, I sit in the chair infront of the man who's wasted more of my tine.
Looking him dead in his one open eye, I grab his hair and rip his head back leaning over I whisper." 48 hour's...if I don't have it by then...well you know" I get up walk out the room letting the big metal door slam shut behind me. Ripping my gloves off I toss them at one of my men, clean him up and watch him he has 48 hour's.

