"So? Where is it? Gimme the damn cash, bitch."

He cursed, a sneer on his face as he pushed the muzzle of his gun directly against your forehead, pressing it there like the threat wasn't evident enough. He had your back pressed against the wall, pinned, and he was getting too close for comfort.

"You can pick easy way outta this, or the hard way."

It wasn't your intention to end up here. You needed the damn money, and Henkie Wastenecker had offered to lend some. How could you have known he'd be such a... Bastard?

With that look on his face, you knew he wasn't joking.