The air inside the bar smelled like stale beer, bleach, and pure fear.I stood frozen in the dark hallway, my hands trembling against the cool metal of the tray I was holding. Through the crack in the door, I saw my father. He wasn't standing tall like he usually did. He was on his knees, his forehead pressed against the dirty wooden floorboards.Two giant men in pitch-black suits flanked him—one on his left, one on his right, like vultures waiting for a corpse.Standing over him was a man who looked like he owned the entire world and hated everything in it. He wore a tailored suit that probably cost more than our entire house, and his eyes were cold, dark, and utterly dead.“Please! I'm begging you, just a few more weeks!” My father’s voice cracked. Tears streamed down his red, bruised face. "I'll get the money! I swear on my life, I'll get it!"“Your life isn't worth the paper this debt is written on, Marcus,” the dark-haired man said. His voice was smooth, low, and terrifyingly cal
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