The Desire for a Simple Life

TWENTY

TWENTY

Grant

I wake up not remembering falling asleep. Looking around I see I am tied to a chair in a cell from Thatchers warehouse. There is one person in the room with me. He is standing wearing a suit with his hands behind his back. I know him from a hitman business, Ghost C. Sleazy businessmen, like Thatcher- hire them to take out the people they don't like. Apparently I am a person he doesn't like. Ghost C. is extremely good at tracking. I am not surprised they found us.

"He is awake." The man speaks into his cuff.

"Thatcher is a dirty businessman. He isn't going to pay you." I state. He doesn't say anything, just furrows his brow in thought. "You can think I'm lying." I say.

"He'll pay." He says.

"Sure." I chuckle.

A few minutes later, an angry Thatcher stomps in. I hold my tongue from laughing. "You- you-!" He is trying to decide what to say. He didn't expect to find Natalia alive, let alone with me. "You put my daughter in danger!" He shouts. That was weak. "You'll be killed for that. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I hold him hanging for a few moments before saying anything. "It seems as though you are nervous to a point of stutter, and the sweat dripping down your forehead. You are surprised to see me, and to see your daughter alive." I state looking him up and down. It makes him nervous. He falters back a little.

"Well you seem like you-" He gets frustrated and leaves. I laugh as he slams the door. After a moment he comes back in and looks to the big guy. "Make him hurt. Don't kill him though." Then he leaves again.

The man looks to me and extends his hands to his sides. Iron knuckles are on his right hand. And I'll be taking another beating. As long as Thatcher isn't hurting Natalia I'll take any type of beating. As I get beaten, I remember the fact that the Ghost C. was close to Atticus for a while.