Chapter 27
Norman rushed forward, clutching a file in his trembling hands. His expression was one of panic and desperation as he bent slightly before Marvin.
“Brother Marvin, please… forgive me. I–I never even looked through this contract till now. But here–it’s all here!” he said, handing over the document with both hands, bowing slightly. 1
Marvin took the file and flipped through the pages. His eyes narrowed with growing fury.
“This says… two million. That’s what I borrowed. Not seven. And the terms were clearly stated–annual repayments, no interest hikes.”
Norman clenched his jaw. “That bastard Stone… he altered the terms and went behind my back. He’s been collecting money in my name–without my permission.”
Marvin’s brows twitched. His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. “That scumbag.”
Stone, still crumpled on the floor and bleeding from his lip, stared up in disbelief. His mind reeled at the sudden reversal. Is this really happening? His boss–the same man who once barked orders at regional gang leaders–was groveling like a stray dog?
Norman’s eyes flared with rage. “I would never cheat our clients. I value integrity! And I despise lowlife scammers!” He turned to Stone. “GET OVER HERE AND APOLOGIZE, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SH-!”
Stone didn’t move fast enough.
CRACK!
Norman’s boot slammed into Stone’s jaw, dislodging two teeth. The man collapsed sideways, spitting blood, groaning in pain.
“I said get on your knees!” Norman roared. “NOW!”
Terrified, Stone scrambled to his knees and crawled to Marvin. “Please, Brother Marvin! I was wrong! I’m sorry for everything–I didn’t know. Please forgive me!”
But Marvin wasn’t finished.
He grabbed Stone by the collar and drove a fist into his face. Then another. And another. Stone couldn’t even scream–his mouth was too bloodied. His head rocked back, and he tried to shield himself, but Marvin wasn’t letting up.
“You beat me… insulted me… threatened to kill me… And now you want forgiveness?” Marvin’s voice was hoarse with rage. “After all that?!”
He let out a growl and drove his knee into Stone’s stomach, then shoved him aside like trash.
Stone collapsed, coughing violently, groaning. Norman said nothing. He let it happen.
“Brother Marvin,” Norman finally said, straightening his coat and regaining composure, “please… Can we talk somewhere more private?”
Marvin nodded, breathing hard. “Yeah. Come in.”
He led them into the modest sitting room. Norman and Bob followed, silent and respectful. The tension in the room was thick.
Once seated, Norman placed a sleek black briefcase on the coffee table. He clicked it open, revealing neatly stacked bundles of crisp hundred–dollar bills.
“This is two million dollars,” he said firmly. “Compensation for the damage we caused yesterday… and a token of our apology.”


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