'Fuck, this is too complicated. Let's put it on hold for now. Right now I just need my car.'
"To answer your question, that would be a no. I have no intention of paying with souls. I will use cash."
Vincent might have been disappointed by my answer, but there was no sign of it. He smiled, typed a few things on his computer, and returned his focus to me. He held his hands together and waited for some reason.
As if studying me, the bastard's eyes felt uncomfortable. My irritation was already through the roof.
I drew the 1911 I had on my hip and aimed just above his ear, a bullet that tore off a piece of his earlobe flew the next second.
Despite my actions, Vincent just smiled and wiped the blood away with a handkerchief.
"Truly magnificent. As expected from the one called Limitless."
With my warning shot useless, I unhappily sheathed my weapon.
"You seem calm for someone who has been shot. Are you not afraid of me?"
