JACKSON
They know how to their cards very well. And I hate that until now, I still look like a big loser at Aamon’s eyes.
My men looked at me. Their eyes are begging. “Jackson, please. I want to live. I don’t f*****g care anymore if I will win the grand prize or not. I just wanna go home and see my family,”
I rolled my eyes. I never knew my men are bunch of cowards.
My men at the back whispered in my ears. “Please, Jackson. Just let them go. They can kill us in one blink of an eye. I don’t want to die yet,”
I gritted my teeth in annoyance.
“Stop this fight. We don’t have to hurt each other. If you promise us not to threaten us and my friends, I will let go all of you,” Aamon said in a solemn tone.
Damn. How I hate that Aamon is still incharge and looks powerful in any situation.
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