Chapter Sixteen
MILES
“So she didn’t give you any, huh?” The man licked his lips, smirking.
“No.” Miles returned the sordid smile.
“Too bad for you. Can’t say I blame her, though, yeah? You’re a bit dull, huh?” He laughed then, an annoying high-pitched cackle that clashed with his mean exterior. “Couldn’t get a piece of tail before you died. And you’re a f*****g superstar race-car driver! That’s funny, bru.” His face hardened. “You are going to die, Cheat. You know that, right?”
Laughing, Miles nodded slowly.
“Ah,” the man said, pointing the tip of the knife at him. “You get it, huh? Not so dull after all? You f**k with us, we take your life.” He snapped his fingers. “It’s going to be painful, too. You ready, my friend? Think you can handle it, huh? Think you’re a tough guy, laughing
