On a Platter

What?

"That doesn't make any sense", I stuttered. "You're not making any sense".

Jacob leaned forward on the seat, his elbows resting on his knees as he joined his hands in front of him, looking poised and sprung to deliver the killing bite,

"The contract you signed states that you are only free from my terms when I get my money or your father in place of you".

"Your father is certainly not replacing you anytime soon, or ever if I may be so rude", he chuckled and I froze.

Was he mocking me?

Laughing at me behind my back?

"Neither do I see my money", "Or do you see it somehow?"

I didn't respond, I couldn't respond matter of fact.

I was past livid but I had guessed this was how it's going to be.

"And I've decided", his voice rose a little, sounding firm and I had to glance up at him.

The air was warm, there was no fireplace though so I wondered how it was warm in here when it was like twenty two degrees outside.

The light bulb was warm also, it was the yellow kind of light and it ca