My fist slam down on my desk in frustration as I watch my plan back fire. I was so sure that the little black girl would never protect Morbius as her mate. It seems that I miscalculated things on my end with this. It would appear that I was right in my assumption that the brother would want him dead. That one wasn’t far fetched however after everything that Morbius has done.

As I watch the ungrateful bastard lean against the wall and close his eyes, I am forced to lean back in my chair. The fact that he is still bloodied and bruised due to my lackies and his...