A Helping Hand

Naze and Alina quietly entered the bedroom.

"What do you want to do with the dirt on him?" Alina asked him as she quietly pulled a mat from the corner of the room revealing a secret door to the basement.

"I have something to do with it." Naze didn't tell her about it.

"I agreed with you. But.." Alina suddenly stopped as they reached the basement. The next second she turned around with her hands on her waist, "What will I do if my plan fails because of you?"

"You are blackmailing me to give out the information to you or else you will cause trouble for me. In that case, what guarantee do you have that your actions after you receive thing you want would not lead to any trouble for me?"

"I need to know what you are going to do with this.."

"Why do you care about this plan so much? Aren't you unhappy with the Old b*stards of your Tribe? They send you here to punish you. But, do you think they would have done the same if it was someone else?" Naze asked with a smile.