Landon's POV
"Forget I said that." I replied Karl. As dumb as he was, I was not going to dare him.
"That's better." I could sense the pride, even in his drunken state. My patience with this dumbass was weaning, I wish I could drive my fist into his face there and then, leaving him a bloody mess.
But I couldn't. The rancid wolves he's leading would be at Moonstone, ready to fight tooth and nail.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"That's a beautiful question, the best I've heard you say, in what? Two years?" He stroked his beards, with all the vile thoughts going through his head. "We never got paid for working with you." He looked me in the eyes. "That aside, we never got compensated for our losses ."
"Hold your f*****g tongue." I yelled at him. "What losses exactly? The deat
