You shuddered as you felt the tip of a knife pressed to your neck, the sharp blade piercing your skin slightly.

“Alright doll, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t stick this knife in your goddamn throat.” A man growled in your ear.

You gulped.

It was Hancock, no doubt. You recognized that raspy voice anywhere.

“You w-wouldn’t.” You stammered back.

“Tough talk for someone who has a knife at their throat.”

It was time for you to repay your debts.