Unhinged
Reggie leaned back on Rico's couch, his eyes never leaving Rico's face as he listened intently to his response. Gunther, on the other hand, took another swig of his beer, his expression unreadable but his presence emanating a palpable sense of danger. Randal lounged in the corner, his gaze flickering between Rico and his brothers, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"You see, Rico, we're not ones to forget a debt owed to us," Reggie said smoothly, his tone deceptively calm.
Rico swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their collective gaze bearing down on him. "I-I never meant to get involved in any of that. It was just a job, a job that went wrong," he stammered, his voice trembling slightly.
"A job that went wrong?" Gunther repeated, his voice low and menacing. "You shot at us, Rico. You tried to take us out. And now you think you can just start fresh, leave your sins behind?"