Chapter 67 Love With A Purpose

• They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of four Rugers. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Sloane underestimates my determination.
• I have come too far and too long to have Cassandra by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. I do not care much if it was an arranged marriage; the way that I see it, the ones that made the arrangement are no longer here. Now, if Roman Sloane does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again.
• “You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will not get Cassandra.”