Love, Lust and Blood
I chuckled softly.
"I like your bravery, Dylan," I said, walking to pour myself a glass of liquor. "I like your courage, your patience, and most importantly, your obedience."
"Thank you, Desmond," he replied, his voice unsteady.
"Relax, Dylan; I am not going to kill you," I said, walking back to him with a half-filled glass of liquor.
"I want to make you my right-hand man, my second in command," I confessed. "Will you like to be that?".
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