Chapter 345

Brad fell to his knees, and begged. "Please don't do that to my car. I would love to be Stephano's best man. I will carry the rings with care, I will smile, I will buy my own tuxedo, and shoes. I will do what you ask, but don't do that to my car."

"It's too late Brad; you need an object lesson to understand that I mean business. You must learn not to piss me off. I have a very short fuse with Stephano. I have a shorter fuse with my father, and the Director of the FBI. I have no fuse at all with people like you, when they piss me off. You can ask the Director of the NSA."

"The Director of the NSA was involved in an accident. He is dead."

"He will never piss me off again, will he?"

"Holy Shit, you caused that accident?"

"It was not an accident; you should have read that in the newspaper. I take the Fifth Amendment on the second part of that question. Second, the government has sett