THE HEIR'S VENDETTA

CHAPTER 129

Two months later,

"Good morning Mr Hall, my name is Sylvester Brosnan and I work with the FBI" a man in black suit and a black briefcase sat down before Geoffrey in a room.

Geoffrey whose hands were chained to the table gave the man a very dirty and angry look.

"What do you want? If you're not here to give me freedom, leave! I have nothing to give to you" he yelled at the man and pulled on his hand cuffs.

"It is an offer and..."

"It's been three fucking years, you lot come in all the time telling me it's a juicy offer in exchange for my freedom, I tell you guys all I know only to be thrown back into that hell hole. I know nothing about whatever fucking questions you have to ask" Geoffry was still yelling.

The man folded his arm and sighed, he looked to the prison warden standing close to them and motioned to him to unlock the cuffs on Geoffrey's hands.

Once free, Geoffrey rubbed at his wrists which came up with blisters.

Sylvester whispered a few things to the warden and the