Turning Tables

Anne

“Think about it. What does he stand to lose if you’re dead? He’d get his freedom from you. He’d no longer be your puppet. He’d even get to run the business without getting threatened by a whim like you.”

She shot her eyes towards me at the last statement. I simply shrugged and said, “His words, not mine.”

“He wants to kill me?” she asked in a tiny, unsure voice. I let out an “mmhmm” while nodding my head and maintaining a straight face.

“Not just that, Fifi fire, the first time you sent him to get rid of me, he told me a story… a dark one at that,” I said slowly for effects. “He indirectly mentioned having a hand in your father’s death.”

Red, wet daggers stared straight at me, widening ever so hugely, almost threatening to jump out of their sockets.

“What?!” came a low, threatening growl from the deepest part of her agonized throat.

“Uh! Are you okay?” I asked ever so innocently.

Just then, Joshua walked in, followed by one of the guys, who had a gun tucked in front of his