chapter 35
Garth pov
I was talking to one of the camp men when I noticed movement from my hut. She must be awake and trying to find something to get away from, but there's nothing in there. I made sure of that, turning my attention back to Willy. He had short dirty blonde hair, his clothes were torn, and he was dirty, we rogues are like that, we don’t give a s**t what we look like. We go after what we want and who we want, and we don't give a s**t who is in front of it, we will rip it down and take it, whether anyone likes it or not,
‘So man, Do you know a place to sell these bitches off, i need to get rid of them and get new girls, i'm getting bored with them. they fight too much, and now they are all scratched up, and their faces are scard up, sell them cheap, and you can have half o
