HAND THAT GIVETH FOOD

“What were you doing just now,” Daniel said, trying to get a mental picture of how fucked he was. “I can never be stranded.”

“You… you are pretty fucked,” Hank scoffed and chuckled aloud.

Daniel thrusted his fist into Hank’s gut, “Maybe you just answered my question, you fool. I always get what I want.”

Hank’s eyes were filled with rage, as he was restrained by the people he called his men, his eyes darting at Gusto and only thought of a way to make him pay for his betrayal.

As threats flew across the warehouse, tensions got high, and only the toughest of minds can get it done. Nobody knew what to expect next, including Daniel, his fear was something he’d thought to be simple, but his history with Elijah always outsmarting him at every turn of the way would not let him have his peace.

Daniel took a full six minutes to strategize his next point of action, strolling outside the warehouse, leaving Gusto and his minions with his captives, with Elijah not showing any sign of yieldi
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