The Truth About Colton

There is a very amused Karlo Castaneda standing in front of me with his rather small toy that he names a gun, mocking me about the reason why I am finding myself tied to a chair. Now, I so want to slap that fucking smirk off his face. Yet, seeing that I am the one that is tied up, I will refrain from pissing him off.

Well, just wait until I get loose from here.

Now the big question has come to this. Karlo is clearly here for Trinity; he cannot give a fuck what happens to me or not. Well, that is what I was guessing up until now, but he is about to prove me very wrong.

So, trying to be as polite as a tied-up man can be, I raise my voice at him for but one fraction too loud, “What the fuck is it that you want from me?”

Then he starts, “See, Colton. You are far more valuable than you know. Well, that is only to Venditti. To me, I want you fucking dead; as for Sloane, well, he had his own plans to marry you off to his daughter, and as for ou