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"Well well well..." Scott said as Mitch appeared from the shadows.
Scott stood in the middle of the giant and old warehouse, his hands in his jacket and a scarf around his neck.
Five armed men were behind him, keeping there eyes right on Mitch. Mitch laughed and tilted his head slightly.
"Scared, are we?" Mitch asked, a side smile forming. Scott smiled back and took a sharp inhale through his nose.
"Not scared. Just smart. You're a slippery one, Grassi. Wouldn't want you to get away." He stated, stepping fire towards Mitch.
Mitch scoffed and shook his head slightly.
"You'd know all about that." Mitch replied. Scott didn't react, only stopped walking.
He and Mitch were about five feet apart so the height difference was catching up to them. Mitch crossed his arms slowly, not taking his eyes off Scotts.
"Let's stop playing, Grassi--" Scott started.
"The playing had just begun, Hoying. Oh, c'mon. It's December. Isn't this such a...spirit filled visit. Let's chat, get to know eachother!" Mitch said loudly, sarcasm and frustration lacing his words.
"Oh, who's being sour now?" Scott asked.
Mitch scoffed and rolled his eyes, murmuring an insult under his breath.
"I've told you so many freaking times that I'm not giving you the money. My mother paid it all back years ago!" Mitch yelled, his anger breaking through his facade and taking action.
Scott, completely unfazed, let out a hallow laugh.
"Exactly. You're supposed to pay me. Not her."
Mitch clenched his fists as his face tinted red with anger.
"That isn't fair!" He yelled, his words echoing throughout the building for seconds after.
"Life isn't fair, Mitch!" Scott yelled back in the same tone.
Mitch's angry expression went away and was replaced with a soft one.
"What am I supposed to do? I've tried to get back the money I owe you for ten years...I don't know what else to do. You keep screwing my life over everytime I try and get back together again! What is this to you? A game? And I'm your character?"
Mitch yelled, stepping forward.
"That's not my problem. You owe me. You need twenty thousand dollars for your mothers treatment, I give it to you, now you give it back. Don't run back to mommy and sob in her arms until she come to me and uses her own money. I'm not a fool, Grassi."
Scott spat back.
Mitch took another step closer to him.
"What is with you, hm? Daddy issues? Mommy issues? How did you get to the top? Who helped you? What are you freaking doing with your life, Hoying?"
Scott looked down at Mitch and smirked.
"I'm playing puppeteer. This is my game. I'm playing master and you're playing the women." Mitch shook his head slightly and rolled his eyes.
"Did somebody break your heart, poor Scott?" Mitch asked in a child tone, pouting.
"Aww, who fucked you up? Who made you so rotten that you had to now spread the mold to my life, huh?" Scotts jaw clenched and he looked away, over Mitch's head.
Mitch smiled and snapped his fingers twice.
"Ding ding ding!" Mitch exclaimed.
Mitch hummed and squinted his yes slightly.
"Let me take a guess. You gave your life to a boy and he told you he loved you, he bought you things, snatched your insecurities away and made you feel special, only to walk away with your heart in a jar a few months later." Mitch said, spitting the words like poison.
"Bite your tongue." Scott whispered harshly.
"Ooh, least take me to dinner first."
"You truly don't understand that the five men behind me will shoot you when I say the word?"
"What's the word?"
"If I say it they'll shoot you."
"Yeah, then I'll be out of this freaking warehouse."
Scott backed away from Mitch and turned around on his heel, walking back into the darkness.
Mitch stood alone with five men aiming at him.
"Oh, Scott? I think you forgot your dogs." Mitch called out in a singing voice.
"Oh, you're right. Here Mitch!" Mitch rolled his eyes and laughed sarcastically.
"Very funny, sir. You should be a comedian." Mitch replied as if he was talking to the shadows.
"Definitely!"
"You could make a bunch of jokes about how you're a horrible person and like ruining my life."
"I already make jokes about that." Mitch rolled his eyes and scoffed under his breath.
"Yeah, I know. You tell me them everyday."
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