CHAPTER 11. The same type of day.
QUILL
"I am not gonna hand it over. And what's the ratio that if I or give it. They won't kill me?" I made my words clear to him when he turned at looked at me, "They will kill you anyway. Quill. At least you have chances to be alive like this. Don't play." He tried to win me over again when I laughed. "I can't even if I want to. I don't have it with me, and the person by whom I can get is not with me. You can't have it anyway." I tried to excuse myself so that he won't make big deal about it. But he sighed.
"Quill. Your wouldn't have wanted you to suffer like this." He started to bring in family. Trying get through me by their names, "My brother wouldn't even have wanted to die without justice." I reverted back, as he sighed, "He was in mafia Quill t
