“Yes ma’am,” they said in unison.
“What about if I asked you to break both his legs, would you still do it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the guards repeated.
“Hold him down,” Anna instructed. Immediately, the three guards surrounded Karlo, who looked like he was going to wet his pants. He started sweating profusely in his suit. All his swagger had gone and Anna could see him as the scared con artist he really was. Handsome, yes, but just a con artist.
“Don’t piss your pants. I’m not gonna kill you. These guys will be handing you over to the police. They’ll deal with you from here on out. But if you help me, I’ll put in a good word for you,” Anna said, keeping her voice calm and even. “You said you haven’t harmed my sisters and only showed them a good time. I appreciate that. But I need to know why.
