!!! *** WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTRESSING! SUCH AS DRUGS, VIOLENCE/GORE, GUNS, TORTURE, AND MURDER! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! ** !!!
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Anders' P.O.V.
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"N-no! P-please! Don't!" He begged while I had the gun pointed at his wife and kids. "P-please... not my f-family... I-I'll do anything... please..."
"Did you give my men the information they've been asking for?" I asked him calmly.
He bent his head down, avoiding my eyes. At least he's going to stop lying. Too bad that the truth isn't much better. Not that it would matter.
"You stole how many of my shipments that went to America?" I asked as I sat down in the comfortable chair. "Oh,
