His Empire

T H O M A S

"Then they can find employment elsewhere. An empire isn't built on the backs of many, Gelo. It thrives on the excellence of a select few." With that, I descend the steps and make my way towards my private garage.

As I make my way through the club towards the rear exit, a few of the hunters raise their heads, acknowledging my presence. They're gathered at the bar.

I pause for a moment, contemplating whether these are the individuals who have been questioning my leadership abilities. Just for amusement, I discreetly reach under my blazer and retrieve my gun. I cock it, ensuring they can hear the imminent trouble approaching.

Among the group, I choose to press the barrel against the head of a newer hunter, though I know the names of all the men who work for me. He has black hair and a tattoo adorning the side of his neck.

Logan.

His shoulders tense as he feels the cold metal of my gun against his skin.

"Mr. Morris," he greets me, his voice trembling weakly. "Have... have I do