"Five to seven years!"
Brian clenched his jaws as rage completely poisoned his veins. He felt like punching a hole into something to release his rage. The thought of strangling Lola crept up his mind and gave him temporal pleasure.
"I'm expecting you to have a proposition for me." Brian spat out as he pulled his car to a stop at the side of the road.
"Yes, I do."
"Alright then, let's hear what you have to say and be quick about it," Brian said while checking the time on his wristwatch. "I need to check on my woman and have her released from that bloody police net."
"This discussion cannot be concluded over the phone, Mr Brian. I have some documents I need you to sign after we've made the deal."
"Then where the hell can I meet you?" Brian's already scrunched face deepened.
"Do you know the oyster bar?"
"Is it the one close to that big hospital...what the name again..." Brian paused, ransacking his brain.
