3
Arsen
As my two enforcers ride in the front seats, I sit in the back seat of the SUV, my fingers tented. I stare pensively out the window. After a wild three days of almost nonstop negotiating and threatening, I’ve finally managed to find her.
Katherine Carolla, the wretched daughter of Sal Carolla.
See, Sal wouldn’t give up his daughter’s location, even when my booted foot was on his neck, my gun pointed to his temple. I admit I was in a little bit of awe of him, of that kind of stubborn protectiveness. Of course, I killed him anyway, but I still admired it.
Then I found out that the real reason old Sal wouldn’t fess up to hiding pretty little Katherine is that he sold her to a very exclusive private auctioneer.
He sold her.
Like she wasn’t his daughter. As if she was just an ass
