Matamoros' POV:
Eamon's words hung in the air, creating tension that seemed to thicken with each passing moment. I stared at him, processing the request echoing with a sinister demand.
"Bring Alpha Philip's head?" I repeated, my disbelief evident in my tone. "Why in the hell would you want that?"
Eamon leaned back in his chair, a malicious grin playing on his lips. "Let's just say Philip and I have some unfinished business, and I'd like to conclude it in a rather... definitive manner."
I shook my head, both in disbelief and disapproval. "I won't be a pawn in your vendetta, Eamon. I'm not here to do your dirty work."
Eamon puffed another smoke, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. "Bringing me the head of Alpha Philip is your ticket to freedom, Matamoros. Consider it the end of your ch
