You Can Run But...
"It's been three weeks, Simeon. Three weeks and there's no sign of your brother and my goods. Where is your brother?"
The man looked at him in fear, "I don't know, Capo, he left with everything. I swear, Capo, believe me."
Damon chuckled. "You're not making sense."
He stretched his hands towards one of his men. Understanding him, the man placed a pen knife in his opened palm.
Damon scrutinized the knife, raising it to the only bulb in the room so it gleamed.
"One thing I dislike, Betrayal. The only punishment for it, Death," he brought it close to the man's neck. "I asked for the last time; where is your brother?"