Graham stared at the scene playing out before him. The screams fell upon his ears but they did not disturb him.
Graham placed the pipe in his mouth and blew smoke toward the man who dared touch what was his. "I placed you as smart yet you tried to harm what was mine when my back was turned. You could have avoided where you are now if you were smart."
Jonathan's hair was pulled by the guard who placed the hot metal bar on his leg to make him look at Graham. "I didn't touch the whore."
"Whore? I've often told you that she isn't to be called that by anyone. She is mine so where do you get off being the one to insult her? You cannot fool me. Someone spotted you leaving her room with blood covering you. The knife I knew she had stolen was bloody in her room," said Graham.
