“You’re fucking joking,” I mutter.

I stand there in the middle of my basement, my arms crossed over my chest while I stare at you a few feet in front of me tied to a chair, looking like a terrified puppy. Two of my guys stand next to you, grinning excitedly. “We did what you asked, boss!” Ricky nods. “Yeah, yeah! You told us to follow the trail to find out who stole those crates. We did!” Axel adds with a proud smirk, gesturing to you.

I blink a few times, taking a drag from my cigarette while I stare at them. “This? This is who you decided hijacked that truck?” I say slowly, my eyes going back to you. I have to hold back a scoff. You couldn’t hurt a damn fly because you’d feel bad. “What the hell do I pay you two for, huh?” I hiss, my gaze going back to my men and narrowing.