Chapter 547 I Owe My Life to You
Losing a leg meant losing his life.
Frank was only 28, still got a lot of living to do. But if he lost his leg, he was totally screwed.
Kent pulled out a contract from a paper bag, gave it a little shake, and told Frank to sign it.
Frank wasn’t having it, so one of Kent’s goons snapped his finger. Frank’s face went white as a sheet, and eventually, the goon forced him to sign. The contract basically said Frank owed money and was cool with giving up a leg to pay it off.
Kent always knew how to make a buck. If someone couldn’t pay up, he’d team up with his insurance buddies to mess up a leg, and the insurance cash would go straight to Kent.
A hammer was about to smash Frank’s knee.
Frank could feel the agony threatening.
But then, a loud knock on the door stopped everything.
Everyone froze, and Frank let out a huge sigh of relief.
One of Kent’s guys went to check the door.
Yancy stood there and strolled in. "Mr. King, long time."
Kent saw Yancy and waved his hand, letting Frank go. Frank saw Yancy and started bawling, "Yancy, save me, man, save me." He crawled over, grabbing Yancy’s leg. "I’ll do anything, just save me."
Yancy and Frank were just bar buddies. Frank was a small-time crook who hung out at Yancy’s bar, but Yancy didn’t want to get mixed up in this mess. Still, he promised Heather he’d find Frank today.
Kent eyed Yancy. "What’s up, Yancy?"
"I need a favor." Yancy pointed at Frank. "I want to take him. Name your price, Mr. King."
Kent looked Yancy over. They didn’t seem tight, but Yancy was ready to pay for Frank. All Kent cared about was the cash.
"$200,000," Kent said.
Frank’s jaw dropped. "$200,000? Mr. King, wasn’t it $100,000?"
Kent flicked his cigarette ash. "That was a few days ago. Prices go up."
Frank, scared Yancy might bail, clung to Yancy’s pants. "Yancy, please, I’ll do anything."
Yancy told Kent, "I’ll wire the money. I’m taking him now."
Kent, happy to get paid without a mess, told his guys, "Show Yancy out."
Two goons carried Frank, who was too freaked out to walk. They dragged him downstairs and out the back. When they let go, Frank hit the ground, shaking and wetting himself. Embarrassment didn’t matter; he was alive. He owed Yancy big time.
Yancy lit a cigarette. "I’m not saving you for free. You said you’d do anything."
Frank nodded frantically. "Yancy, whatever you need, I’m your guy! I owe you my life."
$200,000 was chump change for Yancy. He tossed Frank into the car and checked his watch. It was 7:45 PM, 45 minutes past his meet-up with Heather. He wondered if she was still at the bar.
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