As Charlotte slowly walked away with the guard, James laughter grew more intense, the kind of laugh that told you, without a doubt, that you had just fucked up.
Bella and Hector knew this laugh all too well.
It was the laugh of the Angel of Death.
But the men standing before him?
They knew nothing.
"Are you fucking stupid?" The man snapped, his face twisted with anger. "I want the damn fifty grand right now!" He shouted as if his words actually meant something.
James continued laughing, stepping closer and closer, his eyes locked onto the man's. Then, his gaze shifted to the others standing behind him.
"You want fifty grand?" He asked, his voice calm, too calm.
"Yes."
"Or?" James asked back, staring at him, smiling, like he was waiting for the answer, dying to hear it.
"I kill you and that little girl..." The man whispered.
