Marcus.
“Boss, we caught them,” one of my men who had just walked into my office said to me while I was seated and puffing my cigarette in the office.
I looked at him, visibly angry at the display of incompetence from him and the others that were supposed to keep watch over my goods.
How they got carried away to the extent that three of my goods almost escaped the dungeon is a misery to me.
I do believe though that they did have some sort of help, especially since all three of them are pregnant, but, that is not what I want to be bothered with at the moment.
“where are they now?” I asked puffing out the smoke in my mouth.
“In the dungeon,” he replied not daring to lift his eyes from the floor.
I opened my desk shelf to pick up one of my revolvers and shoved it into my jacket.
I sto
