Cross roads

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"And I am here to ask for compensation," Julian said, his tone calm but unyielding. "That compensation is your wife."

The bandit leader's face paled further, his hands trembling as he processed Julian's demand. The two women beside him stiffened, clearly shocked by his audacity.

The leader glanced at his wives, a mixture of fear and disbelief crossing his face. His mind raced as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of what was being asked.

The leader swallowed hard, as he shot back, "You... you cannot be serious. What do you mean by that? They are my wife!"

Julian's gaze never wavered as a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips. "I don't think you understand," he replied, "I am not asking for permission. This is what I want, and your only option is to comply."