Fifty

The feel of ice cold water being thrown in my face snaps me out of unconsciousness. Groaning, I open my eyes to find a thug-looking guy holding a bucket in front of me.

Behind him is the man I hate more than anything else. I instantly want to get up and beat the shit out of him but realize that my hands and feet are shackled to the chair when I try to get up.

I try some more to free my hand.

“You should be smart enough to know that that's fruitless.”

Falcon's voice is filled with so much humour that someone who doesn't know anything about this will think that we're friends playing some kind of twisted game.

“You fucking bastard. Where the fuck is my wife?”

Falcon laughs. “Aww, don't worry, pretty boy. Your little 'wife' is fine. For now.”

I growl, thrashing my body again in hopes of freeing myself.

“Your days are numbered, Falcon.” I seethe. “I'm going to kill you with my own bare hands.”

Instead of being afraid or pissed off, a huge grin appears on his face. Obviously he has the upp