Chapter 37

He brought exactly what his boss told him to bring, but also a little something extra, his pistol.

He must have thought that Robert was in some kind of danger.

Robert points towards the box and James holsters his weapon. He walks towards the box and reviews its content.

He doesn’t seem alarmed.

“See? They’re just fingers.” I say and Robert cusses, making me laugh lowly.

“What do you want me to do with them, sir?” James picks up the box and asks.

“I don’t know, just get rid of them.” He says, clearly disgusted by the fact that he just saw another guy’s fingers in a box.

I don’t think he would be having breakfast.

“Hold up,” I tell James and he raises an eyebrow at me.

“I need a picture,” I say as I find my phone on the dresser of the bed. I then take strings of pictures.

I might need these pictures in the future to threaten someone. And Chad would love to see them! He would laugh at how the person who almost killed him could never