"10 measly rogues for a first born Beta's son, I'd make that trade any day.." the leading rogue growls in satisfaction.
"Maverick! He killed Fred and Georgie!" the man screams
"If you're not made for this then you better run, cause NO ONE is getting paid until the job gets done. Just think of it as less hands in the cookie jar, if they were dumb enough to get killed by a black sheep Beta then it's their fault. Everyone can be replaced." Maverick sends an icy glare to all his men, his phone starts ringing and he picks it up.
"Are you sure? How long do we have? drop site A? Roger that." he slams the flip phone shut before dropping it to the ground and smashing it.
"Get them loaded up and gone, we have company coming." he growls out before snatching the rope stringing the women up, yanking it hard.
"MOVE!" Maverick yells as they all struggle to get up.
"What did I say!? Get them loaded up!" he yells at his men who jump and run to the nearest body to pick up.