His To Own
“Tell him to see me at my office tomorrow morning. I don’t know what I might do if I see him tonight—I just might change my mind and punch the fucker in the throat.”
“I know, right? Just looking at his face puts me in a bad mood. Coming here, demanding to see you like he’s your boss or something. Should I just slit his throat instead?” Daniel’s voice dripped with annoyance.
I chuckled. “No, don’t do that. That would be too easy of a finish for him.” I leaned back on the couch, sipping my whiskey.
Daniel was a retired sociopath, plain and simple.
The kind of man every mother warned their sons and daughters to stay away from. Not just bad—dangerous. But I was the only one who knew that because