"You too," I replied before exiting his office and returning to my cell block, where I needed to regroup and formulate a new plan.
The tension in the air was palpable as I entered the cell block. It seemed that word had spread like wildfire about Damir's brutal attack on us. I had 3 cell blocks, yet only 40 men were present, so the warden putted us all in one cell block until all the others heal up as I requested.
stepping into the almost empty cell block, it was clear that the mood was far from relaxed. Without uttering a word, one of my men approached me with a conflicted expression.
"Dionis, I don't think I can be a part of your war anymore. I'm leaving the gang," he admitted, his voice hinted with sorrow.
My irritation flared at his arrogance, "Huh? Do you think it's so easy to leave my gang?" I retorted, the disbelief in my voice evident.
