CHAPTER 90: THE DEAL

"Who the hell are you?" Mad Dog asked, his voice shaky.

"Well, thought you'd never ask. I'm Scarlett. Now, take out all your weapons if you don't want a hole through your skull. You can't hit me, but I can definitely hit you—with a bullet, even a headshot," Scarlett warned, prompting Mad Dog to surrender all his hidden weapons, not wanting to take any chances.

Going close to him, Annabelle handcuffed him before dragging him along.

Where did she get the guns? And handcuffs? Well, someone's brother visited the police department once upon a time—and still does once in a while—to restock.

Knock, knock. Scarlett rapped on the car's window. Cain stepped out after unlocking the door.

"You came. Thought I was a goner, especially since I didn't reach the agreed location."