Your cousin always loved the way you worked. The fierce look in your eyes, the pretty smirk on your lips as two of your trusted men buried one of their own alive, hearing him beg for his life through a clothed gag.

But it was too late for that now, it was evident that you were tired of his excuses especially after finding out he had been relaying cryptic messages to an unknown contact.

In the meantime Mykel just watched as things played out, merely waiting for you to be done.