Chapter Seventeen

“Misterr Charlie”

“Oh great. You're here too”, Charlie said, sarcastically excited. “Urghhh”

“How have you been?”

“What does it look like to you?”

“I just saw Capuedo on his way out. Looks like your debt's been extended”

“Oh please. Your subtle insults are the last thing I need right now”, he said, yet again struggling with the lighter in his hands.

“You are right. You need way more than that if you want to fix this silly negligent mistake of yours”

“*@&# you. This is both our mess”

“Right. Because as president of the Voxx Group, I should be keeping watch on snitches. I was the one who should have done a better job. I was the one who should have cleaned up blood traces and picked up the goddamn gun instead of being a bloody coward”

“Well maybe you should have. You should have taken the bloody gun, because neither Nathan nor Alistair are supposed to be alive right now!”

“Oh shut the @#&@ up Charlie. If you weren't such a freaking coward, they'll all be dead by now!”

Arghh!”, He growled