Edward
"So you're telling me that you want me to give you all of my connections, but you still want to kill me," I frowned as I stared at the three men in front of me, "I don't think you understand how a deal works."
"This is not a debate Mr. Coleman. It's either you work with us or we fully allow Ace to do whatever he wants with you," Pierre shrugged.
"I think I rather play Russian roulette with the devil. Call Ace."
"Don't be foolish. Ace will ruin you," Beau looked a bit worried about my suggestion.
"How about we let you live, but you have to work for us?" Pierre pitched in. That was the exact reaction I was hoping for.
"I still think I would rather let Ace torture me," I pouted. I knew I was being slightly childish but these men did not think of me as anything more than a rich playboy.
"I'm tempted to just shoot you myself," Pierre sighed, "Fine. How about you work for us and we will make sure Ace never bothers your husband again."
