Sam and his men were led to the underground basement. Their heads were covered with a black bag, and their hands tied together with thicker ropes, as Nathan's bodyguards pushed them all on the floor.
The sacks were pulled off their heads.
Nathan stood right in front of him and his men stood active behind him.
"Nathaniel Greene, what do you want to do with us?" Sam growled at the man whose face had a wide smirk.
He stared at Sam's men, then back at the growling man.
He had ordered an immediate amputation of hand of one of his men whose hand was shot off when he tried to touch the woman he wasn't supposed to touch.
"What do you think I want to do?" He sat right in front of him, staring at him, but Sam chose to glare at him instead.
"What do you think I should do to you
