"What exactly do you want? Speak in specifics. Saying you want to be part of my organization is vague. Do you want a place in my group to command? Or is it something else?" Blake asked, looking into the young masked man's eyes.
Zac holstered his weapon and replied. "I'm no fool, Mister Lloyd. I know I can't demand much from you, even though I have your life and your schemes in my hands. For now, I won't demand anything difficult from you.
I want a portion of your business for me to operate. An important position in your group, where I will have freedom and be able to take a slice of your profits.
In the short term, nothing will change for you. What I'm offering you is my silence and even support in dealing with your contacts. But eventually, this relationship could become something good for you."
