I fought the urge to gag and asked, "How exactly should I show it?"
Without warning, her greasy, clammy hand brushed against my cheek.
"How about you come with me from now on? I’ll promise you a life of luxury and that three million? You’ll never have to worry about it again. What do you say?"
I was boiling with rage.
"Yuck! Why would I leave behind a gangster queen to follow you, an old hag? You should take a good look at yourself..."
Before I could finish, her hand shot up and clamped tightly around my throat.
"Think before you speak, pretty boy. It’d be such a shame if your handsome face were ruined..."
Panicked, I begged, "Please, let’s calm down and talk this through..."
Her grip loosened and a lecherous smile spread across her face.
"So, are you saying you’d be willing to be my lover?"
I choked, struggling to speak, when a thin, bald man quietly slipped into the room.
He looked like he might be her husband.
Seeing that she didn’t notice, I decided to play along, attempting to flatter her.
"Big sis, you must be married, right? If your husband knew I was your lover, do you think he’d beat us both to a pulp?"