"In two hours I finish. The jobs list is done so I'd just be watching the door, helping your men." Ten was the only one still left there and they didn't like him much at all. He was, by association, a Dark Dragon. He even had the gang tattoo on him. He didn't have a choice, he was made to have it - he was their property. They treated him like the enemy and he guessed he was, even if he couldn't give a shit about them.

It was always so tedious to watch them regard him with loathing and dismissal. "I'll do whatever you need me to do." Even if it was to go back and work, horny and worked up. It was an investment. Suffer now, benefit later.