The Debt Collector novel Chapter 2

“Alexander, please don’t hurt her,” James called out suddenly and broke Alex’s trance.

He walked over to him and kicked James on the stomach. He had just about had it with his whining.

“Stop that!” Saoirse or Suri cried.

“Shh…honey, I am fine,” James got up and hugged her. Awe, how touching, Alex thought. He did not have an ounce of sympathy for this man.

“Since I am in a good mood, I’ll make you a deal,” Alex said. His eyes never leaving her body.

“A..a deal?” James asked.

“Yes, a deal that will benefit us both. I’ll go ahead and give you five more months to come up with the money, no interests,” Alex announced.

“Really? Oh, thank you Alexa….” he started to say, but Alex put his hand up to shut him up.

“IF, you give me her,” He said and pointed at the girl.

James looked like he was punched in the gut ten more times. “That… that’s not possible! This is my daughter; you can’t do this, Alexander!” he cried.

Hah, does this old man thinks he gives a shit? What a joke, Alex thought.

“It’s either this or I put a bullet in you right now. Then she will be at my mercy anyway. If you accept the deal, you get to live and get her back once your debt is paid,” Alex said. “Think of it as a temporary arrangement. She is the collateral. I am not the one to go back on my words, so she will be returned as soon as I get the money back.”

“Daddy, why is he saying these things? Who are these people?” Saoirse cried out.

It looks like this sweet little angel does not know what a scum her father is. Well, she is about to find out. Alex thought as he watched James’s face. He was seriously considering renting his daughter out in exchange for his own life. Alex didn’t think he would actually agree to this ridiculous arrangement. James must value his precious life more than his daughter.

“Do…do you promise not to hurt her if I agree?” he asked. Stupid bastard.

“Well, I’ll certainly have a little fun with her. I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t, but no, no harm would come to her under my protection,” Alex promised.

“Wha…what do you mean by fun?” James’s voice shook.

“Do you really have to ask?” Alex smirked.

“Alexander, this is not some type of game. This my daughter’s life, and she is not a toy. You can’t just do what you want with her,” James protested.

“That’s up to you, old man. If you would rather choose death, I am more than happy to pull the trigger. Just say the word,” Alex said and pointed the gun at James again.

“Okay,” James sighed. “You can have her. I’ll come up with the money as soon as possible. But please, do you promise you will return her to me?”