"I ain't threatening you," El said. "I'm just saying get me the hell out of here. My life is on the line every second I spend in this place."
John let out a sharp, frustrated breath, his eyes darting to the dark window.
"I'll get you a lawyer. "
There was a short pause on the other end, followed by the sound of El letting out a long, shaky breath. "Now you're talking. That's all I needed to hear."
"Listen to me El. You threaten me again, you dumbass, and that will be the last thing you do. I'm the only person in the world still trying to save your skin. Don't forget that."
He threw his phone against the wall smashing it into pieces.
"Damn it!"
In all the years they'd been running "arranged" business together, he'd never imagined El could be this stupid. His brother had dug a hole so deep he couldn't see the sky, and now he was demanding the impossible from him.
He walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on his face.
His doorbell rang.
