"Although that piece of trash got to live a few hours more because of her, I assure you that he won't live to see another day," Amos stated with hands clasped to form a ball.
"Also, she got badly hurt but with me here to take care of her she will recover in no time," He said not minding that he sounded very narcissistic.
"Seeing how your upper body is nude I can already tell that. The unholy sound I heard at the door tells me that not only are you taking care of her physical wounds but also her needs in bed…,"
"If you knew what we were up to then why did you keep on knocking at the door earlier?" He challenged unhappily.
"Maybe because I am just that terrible," Mr Fin grins as he stood up and approached where the butterfly painting hung.
As the two men chatted in the sitting room Joanna was seen straining her ears just to hear the men's conversation.
She removed her ear from the door and walked back to the magnificent bed.
