You looked at your subordinates with the coldest and most judgmental look in the world, you couldn't believe how stupid your henchmen's were.
"This is the guy the client wants, isn't it?" one of them said nervously.
"THE PERSON WE HAVE TO SCARED IS A FUCKING BLOND TEENAGER! THIS GUY LOOKS BLOND TO YOU!?" You screamed at the top of your lungs, slamming your hands on the iron table in front of you.
They both backed away, almost pissing themselves in fear, so to speak.
"So I wasn't your target?" The man asked, almost astonished that it wasn't him… strange.
"No sir, sorry about that." You lifted his glasses, which fell a little on his nose.
"Thank you," he gave you a business smile, which you didn't like.
"Untie him," you ordered.
which is done in a hurry and nervously, when they let go the man rubs his wrists and straightens his clothes, removing any imperfections, the suit looked expensive.
"I hope you're open to negotiations for your silence"
the man looked at you and it seemed as if you had brought up a fond memory of him.
"I would be more than willing to do that, if you'll allow me-"
an explosion was heard and shook the entire structure, the four of you ran without thinking to the entrance of the hideout, where several bodies were already on the ground.
"Azul~ you could have stayed hidden" the man with heterochromatic eyes commented with a pout "that way I could play more" he wiped a blood stain on his cheek.
"Floyd, they would be in the red if you played more" another man, identical to the first, said with amusement.
screwed, dead, in the mud, six feet under and all the other adjectives that describe your situation were uttered. Your idiots henchmens didn't kidnap any spoiled brat, no no, they kidnapped a mafia king, Azul Ashengrotto.
"I hope this doesn't get in the way of our negotiation," he said with his eyes closed and a smile.
You swallowed hard.
