“They had it coming,” Charles snarled, his teeth bared in fury even as he held still for the smaller man as he dabbed a wet cloth against his skin, wiping away the blood and grime accumulated in the wake of the much overdue cleaning up that had been undertaken today.
Blind eyes had been afforded for too long – if Nassau was going to function for shit, she needed to be self managed – and that would not happen if fucks like Captain Gervaine believed they could waltz in here and start fucking around with everybody else’s business and goods without facing consequences for it.
That the son of a bitch had tried going after Cutler was a very small point of Charles’ reasoning for putting an end to matters once and for all, but he could imagine what it must look like to the other man, and he didn’t want him reading too much into it. At least, not right now, when there were others who had to be convinced his actions had come from a point of pure logic, rather than having any sort of emotional undercurrent.
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