He reckoned it would be about twenty years now
If truth be told, it was a place he never ever wanted to go back to
The face of the man opposite was ageless
The coldness still ingrained
He explained the circumstances
How he was being blackmailed
He gave as much information as possible
It’s been a long while
Yes, a long time
He never heard from the blackmailers again
One part of him thought they might have spoken to them
But in reality he knew he was deluding himself
In his mind they were screaming, praying for death
But death would only be rewarded when all information was extracted
He was now indebted
The touch of the gun was strange, almost alien
Yet it seemed to fit like some old raincoat
He managed to stay away for twenty years
For some, that was unthinkable
Those were the good years
He would always remember them.
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I'm all-in!
a little preface, premise - please
in your next chapter's share
thanks in advance, dear Poet
(let me know if or when
you do, though
don't wanna miss that read)
Thanks, L.B, was a one off, but now you've given me food for thought.
Blackmail never ends well. And this is only confirmed as it goes on.
It never ends well.
Your crime novel in the making. Waiting for instalments of blood and gore, sexy women, fast cars, the suave hero (yourself?)…..
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