"Three days is a long time to keep someone and not question them."
Oliver Payne rolled his eyes as his second in command, Anders, straightened his tie.
Payne knew this job was taking too long, but his gang needed the money, and this client was all too willing to pay them for their services.
The idiot.
"We were paid for a service, and we haven't finished the requests of that service. So we ain't going nowhere." Payne opened a bottle of whiskey and set two glasses on the desk between the two men.
Anders mouth twitched, the long faded scar trembled up his cheek, disappearing under his sunglasses.
"Then what's taking so long? Are we waiting for a stupid translator or something? And why am I the one delivering her food?"
"What, now you're afraid of a little girl?"
"No. It's her eyes...they see everything. It's creepy." Anders reached for the whiskey glass.
Payne drained the whiskey down his throat and laughed. "You're the only one I trust not to have any funny business with her. Gavin and Hugh aren't exactly tame when it comes to women around these parts."
Anders scoffed and shook his head. "Which begs the question. What the hell are we waiting for? We've got maybe one day tops before shit is gonna hit the fan."
"Hey-" Payne says before Anders cuts him off.
"Your words, not mine."
Payne paces the width of the old desk between them. Then downs another shot of the whiskey. "Well, then you better fucking sit down for the shit I'm about to tell ya."
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Gizem / GerilimWhen I was kidnapped I thought I would make it out the same person I was before. Gain the strength to find my family. But when they took me, they never realized I was Deaf. Their only mission was to lurer Her out. But now I'm not really sure about...
