"I guess that's one way to put it," Ross said evenly, his tone devoid of fear.
"Release us now, and I promise you'll have a billion dollars in your bank account within the hour. No strings attached. Just take what you want and leave."
For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then the leader let out a sharp bark of laughter, slapping his knee as if Ross had just told the funniest joke in the world.
"Hah… Did you hear that, boys?" he sneered, turning to his crew. His nine men, each more hideous than the last, erupted into cruel laughter, their jeers filling the dimly lit room.
"You rich kids are somethin' else," the leader drawled, shaking his head.
"Walkin' around like gods, like the world owes you just 'cause you popped out of some rich bitch's cunt. Ridin' in your fancy cars, livin' in your mansions, fuckin' hot bitches without a care in the world." He spat on the floor, eyes burning with resentment.
