Kane
I stand looking at the man I had thought about killing all this time, he was an older looking man maybe in his late forties, he sported a black loose fitted jacket and faded worn jeans. He too was looking in quite bad shape with the same scruffy dirty features as the rest of his men, He walked barefooted around Greyson slowly keeping his hand on his shoulder as he did, the look on Greyson's face was one of pain, his mouth twitched trying to hide it the best he could as he lowered his head avoiding any eye contact with this so-called master.
“Did your mother never tell you it is rude to enter another man's house without their permission” The smirk on his face never left, was I missing something? What did this man have to be so smug about?
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