The moment he entered Blake's vehicle, Zac lowered the cap he had on his head, which was actually a cloth mask he had prepared in advance.
He sat down next to the fat old man and pointed his gun at Blake's head.
"Do as I say from now on, Mister Lloyd, or I'm afraid I'll have to kill you." Zac got straight to the point, while Blake's guards rolled their eyes, not understanding how this thug had gotten to their boss so easily.
"Shit!"
"Who is that bastard?!"
"Brat, put your gun down!"
The men in the front seats of Blake's SUV shouted, both of them drawing their guns and pointing them at Zac's head.
Blake froze in fear, shocked at how easy it had been for the scrawny kid threatening him to reach out and put him in danger.
