Chapter 10 Target

• The guy tied to the chair in front of me is a sick fuck. I watch with bated breath as he struggles against his bonds. He screams around the cloth gag and I relish in the sound. He’s a sick fuck alright. The kind of suck fuck that takes kids off the streets and leaves them in ditches. Turns out, he took the wrong kid. And by wrong kid I mean he took someone’s child who had a shit ton of money. That money will be in my pocket when I’m done this afternoon.
• The court system failed. He got off with a slap on the wrist at best so the parents decided to employ my... services.
• Too bad for this guy that he has me to deal with instead of a few lawyers. Pity.