Christian shook his head and struck another blow to the back of the man's skull with a baseball bat. "You should've paid up James." he paused with a small smirk on his face as the man coughed up blood. "I'm sorry babe. You know I hate doing this, but you got on Vincent's bad side...and you know how he can be." he said with a fake pout on his face. Christian struck him one more time and the man collapsed, motionless. "What do you want to do with him boss?" his henchmen asked. "Vincent was clear. Let him bleed out." Christian said coldly. "Burn the bat" He stepped over the man's body indifferently and hopped into the back of his Sedan. His henchmen sat opposite him and looked like eager puppies. "What now boss?" Christian rolled his eyes. "YOU'RE going to stay here. I'M going to go get a drink" he said swiftly. He was annoyed with their attitudes. The car stopped at the nearest bar in town and Christian got out.
As he walked into the bar, the seated patrons recognized him immediately and moved unnecessarily far away to give him space. A woman approached him dressed in booty shorts and a bejeweled sports bra. "Can I buy you a drink Mr. Santos?" she asked softly, sitting herself on his lap. Emotionlessly Christian pushed her off his lap and responded "No. Get the hell out of here." the woman looked a bit shocked and stood there for a moment. "Did you NOT hear me? I SAID get the HELL out of here." he said placing his hand on the knife sheathed in his belt loop. She got the message and ran out of the bar. He turned back to the bar and shook his head. "Get me the best scotch you have." he demanded.