On the way to my house, he never once looked at me but we did have the most intense conversation that I have ever had in my entire life. Before the conversation started the driver had warned me to not speak unless spoken to.
The conversation:
"Hello my name is Felix, I run all of the underground activities of Ontario. About a month and three weeks ago I was informed that someone had ratted out one of my best dealers. I later found out that, "that someone" just happened to be you, a 13-year old little boy. Now I'm going to give you a few options, you A. Pay the 500k of drug money that was confiscated, B. Work for me to pay off the Dept or C. ... Well, you don't really want to know what C. Is but as you can guess it's not a good one. Make your choice kid before it's too late."
At that moment I had to think fast, I was scared yes but there was not enough time to have fear take over. There was no way I could pay 500k but I didn't even know or want to know what C. Was, B was the only logical option I can make in such a short amount of time. With a straight face, I looked at him and said
" I chose B. "
As those words came out of my mouth, the car stopped, just at the corner of my street. The man supposedly named Felix finally looked at me and raised his hand to seal the deal.
" I look forward to working with you "
And with the deal made I was officially working for a mob boss but only until the dept was paid or so I thought.