Chapter 12

Our prisoner squinted his eyes as soon as Kyle and I entered the punishment cell. The mole was probably getting another series of punches from Briton who was standing in front of him.

"Boss." Briton recognizes us and wipes his swollen knuckles. Our small mouse was forced to sit up by two of our other men.

"Mole, I've been told you're asking for me. What do you want to do now?" While smirking, I inquired. The damage on his face is something I like. Nobody has ever trodden on me, and have walked to be a free man.

"Please! Don't kill me, please. I've got information, v-vital information." He appeals. Despite his bloodied face, he is attempting to speak.

"You're not supposed to make a demand in this situation. You abide by my rules. So let's find a common ground. I'll let you go if I like what I hear. You'll die if I don't."

"Please, bo-boss, let me go."

"What's the point of me doing that? We were betrayed by you. What you did was trick us into thinking you were one of us. This isn't