Anthony’s POV:
I need a cigarette and I need it badly.
Taking off my watch, I ignored the pain and slid it underneath the gun. The scrawny Japanese man with circular lenses lifts a brow, ignoring the blood on my clothes. He inspected the watch and smiles. “$2,000.”
My eyes narrow. “The watch cost more than that.” What a f*****g swindler.
He shrugs. “$2,000” he repeats.
I exhaled a deep breath. “$3,000.”
He grins taking out the money; knowing the watch cost much more than the negotiated price. Quickly, he slides it through the small crack before he glances downward. “Nice shoes.”
I chuckle lowly before kicking it off and wave it in the air. I slam it down. “Custom made.”
His eyes drop. “Your ring.”
“Not for sale” God knows how long Angelica will throw a fit seeing my empty
