"I wasn't exactly sure she was underage but you came by and clarified that for me, thank you." The man with a scar on his face said moving closer to Carl and Diana who had their hands chained to the floor with the strange blue chain.
"Come on Diana, you could have told me that you didn't tell him anything," Carl muttered to her. "I could have talked my way out of this, besides you don't even look that underage."
"If I had told you, he would have still found out," Diana said.
"Yeah, that's right," Carl muttered. "If we get out of this, remind me to establish a secret communication code so that things don't always end up like this."
"The boss will be really happy once I bring in a fresh and nice-looking asset for him." The man said, running his fingers down her cheek.
None of the people in the bar dared intervene as there were four men dressed in black standing in the area now while Festus was watching from the counter.
"Get your hand off her," Carl said, gritting his teeth.
