Sam had spent less than twenty-four hours in his new location, and he was already in charge of them. This was the power of Sam; he had the charisma to make strong men bend the knee.
Sam knew that they needed him more than he did them and this act of his was to show that he had the combat necessary to defend himself if need be.
Sam's body rang with pain, every fiber of his being ached with pain, yet he managed to overpower four people.
A tray of food was in front of him with the best food they had to offer because they needed to nurse him back to health.
Sam consumed the food; he had the guns in his car and needed to retrieve it before someone else got their hands on it.
"Is there anything else we can do?" The man that was supposedly in charge asked but Sam didn't say much, he wasn't indulging him in conversation, but he wanted to know one thing.
