Little King

Little King

by Huruma

It was never personal. The two of them finally cornered me in Angola. Between a rock and a hard place, the only way to break free is through.

The second man- I never say his name from respect- He was not the first to lock horns with me, but I could tell that he was doing it because in his heart he thought it was Right. I can respect moral duty, if not practice it duly myself.

Benjamin does it for his obligation to man, as well.

I do not regret making an example of his partner for his sake.