"You said... you said to bring her here for you, Boss!" another man stammered.
BANG. He shot the second man in the leg too.
"Again," the Boss said. "What did I say?"
The third man was crying now. "I know! I know! You said we should bring her carefully! You said... without a single scratch!"
The Boss nodded slowly. He stood up. He walked toward me. His shoes made a slow, steady clicking sound on the floor. Every step made my heart beat faster.
He stopped right in front of me. He looked at my bruised face. He looked at the blood on my clothes. "What is this?" he asked, his voice dropping to a jagged growl. "Why is she looking like this?"
"She fought us, Boss! She wouldn't come quietly!" they cried out.
He knelt down in front of me. He was so close I could smell his expensive cologne.
