Here you were. At the mercy of Sir Crocodile, the last damn person you should've tried double-crossing.

It was laughable, honestly. How you thought you could've gotten away with taking loan after loan from him without paying a single beri back to him. Now you were at his feet, the man himself glowering down at you as he lit up a cigar. He puffed on it leisurely, his gaze switching from you to his men. They were sent off with a single look. Crocodile had all of the time in the world to focus on you now.

"You know what you did, yes?" He drawled, holding his cigar from his lips. "Tell me."