I stood up and looked at the man on the left side. He didn't answer my question.
I walked over to him.
The man lowered his head, staring at the floor.
I stabbed my knife into his neck in one swift motion.
Thud.
The man collapsed on the ground, his body twitched, then soon stopped breathing.
"I told you, I like honest guys. Now this place is yours. I presume I don't need to teach you how to do business, right?"
The man with a cigarette in his mouth looked at me, "Yes, we will handle it."
"What's your name?"
"Miguel! I'm Ecuadorian!"
"Catholic name?"
"Yes, sir!"
"GOOD, deal with these, I presume I don't need to teach you that?" I pointed at the body on the ground.
"Yes, sir, we'll take it to the repair shop at the back and use the shredder to dispose of it."
"What about Farrell's family?"
"They settled in the British Virgin Islands."
"Then don't mention this guy."
"Yes, sir."
"Sorry for the disturbance!"
I took three girls downstairs.
