"I don't want a war, but no matter what it takes, I'll get what's mine" Zarinah said with a tone of finality.
She always got what she wanted, no matter the piece that had to be paid. She had learned the hard way that she would never get what she wanted unless she fought for it and here with her, she had a battalion, just like Angelo had his.
Muhammad wasn't quite understanding what this woman wanted. He had always loved peace, but he was just like the Penta whenever he was angry. He would ruin and pray for forgiveness later.
He would make lives difficult. But then everyone knew that for Muhammad to make your life miserable, then you had to have been a threat to more than ten people and he couldn't have that. He had his own ways and they always worked.
No one was sure what strategy he had right now, especially with the sun hitting their heads like they were cereals left out to dry.
