[Almost as if in a cartoon, most of the wedding guests performed a double-take. The women were adopted daughters of a very influential man, and, with that influence, came certain monetary resources. Did Peter possess such funds to rival even that amount, or was this a lie?
Yeah, probably that.
"We can pay now, Teran," the bodyguard offered, with an odd rhythm to her words and an accent that warped her vowels. "In cash." And, with a snap of her fingers, the tall, rather thin Accuser apologized his way out of the crowd; as he struggled to carry a very hefty suitcase, the man gave his bodyguard a very dirty look that insisted he was supposed to be the boss.
Seeing that pathetic face brought back too many burning memories. Almost automatically, Dieguez lifted up his knife and threw it. The blade spun in the air for a half-second, before it landed in the dead-center of a palm, that had been placed before the Accuser's face at exactly the right time.
The Accuser's bodyguard winced, as she drew her pierced hand close to her face and pulled out the blade.] Shit.
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Yeah, probably that.
"We can pay now, Teran," the bodyguard offered, with an odd rhythm to her words and an accent that warped her vowels. "In cash." And, with a snap of her fingers, the tall, rather thin Accuser apologized his way out of the crowd; as he struggled to carry a very hefty suitcase, the man gave his bodyguard a very dirty look that insisted he was supposed to be the boss.
Seeing that pathetic face brought back too many burning memories. Almost automatically, Dieguez lifted up his knife and threw it. The blade spun in the air for a half-second, before it landed in the dead-center of a palm, that had been placed before the Accuser's face at exactly the right time.
The Accuser's bodyguard winced, as she drew her pierced hand close to her face and pulled out the blade.] Shit.