He was unmoved by the fact, that he had instantly smelled the gun on Frank, who had picked him up to “go, see the man” a few minutes ago. The look in Frank’s eyes, as they casually exchanged pleasantries, screamed murder. Frank had never been much of a poker player, nor would he ever be – the inability to hide emotions would not get Frank far in this business.
It did not matter. For once, they would not be able to use his family as leverage. His wife and children were safely out of the picture, he had seen to that.
As he entered the room, his eyes fell on the polished mahogany desk and those manicured hands, tapping the smooth surface. Pavolini fixed him with his grey, concrete stare.
“Sam. Please, have a seat.”
This time, there would be no mercy.
This time, there would be blood.
(147 words)
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Written for VisDare28: Obscured – 150 words or less. Grab a pen and join the fun!
photo credits: observatory.designobserver.com
Life and other Tales 
I like this one. The determination of someone with nothing to lose is amazing.
it is, isn’t it… we can achieve so much when there’s nothing left to lose… thanks for the visit!
Oh dear…I knew it wasn’t going to end well. Well done gorgeous!
thanks, hun xx
Neat scene here that you describe… feels like the opening of a cool noir story or movie.
thank you – it could really be a cool movie… 🙂
There is an art to doing flash fiction, and you have painted quite an intriguing picture here. Just enough where the reader needs to fill in some blanks, and draw his own interpretation.
(Must caption that photo: Where there’s smoke there’s fire!) heh
heh, thanks, Timoteo!