If he is already dead.

 "Good boy," Shane grinned at first. "Okay, now. Here is the deal. Firstly, this is not a soap opera or your regular crime thriller story show…"

"I know."

"… You should also know that I don't like being interrupted when I talk. If you play by my rules, who knows? You might also get to keep your head."

Might? Kaiden thought. Wasn't there even a guarantee for that?

"Okay," Kaiden hissed.

"On the other end of the phone, is your father, or will be, in a couple of seconds of course. I believe you are smart yourself. Put in a good report of how best I am treating you nicely in my home."

 "Pero…" Shane called.

"Sir…" said a nerdy man. He rolled out from the midst of the other guys, the other muscly guys, and came forward to face Shane directly. 

"Put a dial through to that two-faced bastard! The Mayor. Do so and hand over the ph…"

Shane's eyes then darted over to Kaiden. A wry smile emerged on his lips.