Angel took the hand and tossed it to Ric, ignoring the cries from the man; she really was immune to things like that now. Ric caught it, looked at it, and then shrugged at her.
“What am I to do with this, Boss?”
“I want you to wrap up nicely, with a pretty f*****g bow, and send it to his boss. He now has his right hand on him. Then I want you, once he gets the God damn message loud and clear, to let him know I’ll be waiting for a call so that we can meet up and talk. If the asshole still refuses, I’ll keep taking his men and cutting them up so they aren’t any good to him.”
“Lady, you are all kinds of f****d if you think for one moment he will listen to you.” Angel grabbed the guy’s hair and tugged it back, making him look at her.
“You have no idea how I am. I’m not crazy, I’m a boss
