Morgan POV

I sat on the armchair with a man on the floor. He was on his knees and this infuriated me more. I watched a video where he slit a poor woman's throat.

"Can you give me a reason I should spare your life?" I asked, puffing out some smokes.

"You can work for me," he said.

He couldn't see my face as I never want people to see my face while I am in an operation likewise my men.

The room was dark, as I always liked it. My men, or should I call them friends, laughed heartily at ...