Scar
Once inside the van, they immediately put something over my head to block my vision. That could only mean one thing. Diego didn't have plans to kill me right away. I had suspected as much since Ambrose turned me over to him. He wanted to get as much information out of me as he could, where I was on distribution, and who we were directly selling to. Those things couldn't be found even if he took over my warehouse, as I kept all that data backed up on a server in my house that could only be unlocked by my thumbprint. Since Diego wouldn't take me to my home, I was his last option to get the information he wanted.
Diego would try to beat the information out of me or try to. Little did he know that this wasn't my first dance with someone like him. I've had my fair run-ins with thugs who
