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***RICHARD***
Savannah is one bastard I'll so deal with. His men had the guts to kidnap a whole Zulu king without fear.
Jordans:"What do we do Death?"
"What Death does."
I know they have my father but I won't do as they expect. My father is a strong one and no man on earth can kill him. His ancestors has his back full time. That's the secret they don't know.
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I walked into the room, and my eyes landed on Savannah's battered body. His skin was a canvas of bruises and swelling, a testament to the rough treatment he'd received. I couldn't help but admire the handiwork - it was a work of art, in a twisted way.
Jordans stood beside him, a smirk on his face as he splashed ice-cold water on Savannah's face, jolting him awake. Savannah struggled against his restraints, his hands
