Ruxin

Ruxin's POV:

"What do you owe me, Savannah?" I ask him angrily, leaning down and putting my hands on his shoulders, he jumps, scared of what I could do to him. What I would do to him.

"Y-You know what I owe you," he says softly shaking beneath my cold, trembling hands.

"I want to hear you say it," I growl at him, digging my fingers into his shoulders.

"Half a million," he replies, his body hacking beneath my hands. What a poor excuse of a man.

"And how much of that do you have?" I ask, letting go of his shoulders, slowly walking around the chair he was bound to.

The sound of my echoing footsteps put him in a state of distress.

I walk in front in his, bending down to his height as I await his answer.

"I-I've got three hundred and fifty-three thousand I can give you today," he says shaking visibly, he closes his eyes tightly as a whimper escapes his dried, chapped lips.

I sigh.

"Very well then," I say slapping my hands onto his thighs, he jumps and opens his eyes looking at me, his brown eyes shining with hope.

"I want that money by tonight at ten pm. No later. Or I. Will. Kill you," I say clenching my jaw.

'Stupid piece of shit,' I think to myself as I stand up and turn around.

All I ask is for the fucking money he owes me. I could be doing other shit but no, this dead beat had to be a loser and not give me the money he owes me.

This just goes to show, don't trust a fuck wit.

Angrily I turn around and kick his chair causing him to cry out as the chair falls over backwards.

"Solomon, see that this idiot is shown the doors. Follow up with him later and make sure he has my money to me by ten pm. Keep on top of it, also... remind his of what happens when my payments don't arrive on time," I say to one of my right hand men as I leave the room.

He steps out of shadows causing Savannah to yell out in surprise. I ignore Savannah's pleads as I exit the door, slamming it behind me. Stupid prick.

It's not my fault he didn't learn the first time. If he wasn't so consumed with building his own shitty little empire and doing drugs maybe he'd have my money. Regardless he has no one to blame but himself, he deserves whatever punishment Solomon has thoughtfully planned for him.

I drown out his screams with my thoughts as I exit down the hallway. His screams fade into silence, the only sound to be heard were my shoes as I walked down the hard wood floor, making my way to my office.

I push open the familiar hard wood door to see someone sitting in a chair in front of my desk. I walk past them and sit on my seat.

I look at the familiar face and wait for them to start talking.

"Sorry sir. You know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a good reason," he starts.

"It's all good Damon. So what is the reason for this surprise visit?" I ask folding my hands together and sitting the on my lap.

"Well sir. We've got a problem down under..."