<span style="font-style: italic">"Corv, I've gotta ask you. Why in the hell do you work at this place? You make plenty of money through the League, don't you?" </span>Asked the stunning Laila. He had always had a passion for her sexually and mentally. But he was a man and knew how to hide it behind his charms. However, he did find the question rather odd. He thought she knew. Then again did the league ever tell anyone when shit happens. That was what he hated. That everyone assumes just because heâ€™s a fallen angel that he is automatically in the League. He slowly put the glass of beer that was probably the best shit in the house down. He tried not to put the glass down too hard. The man that he was serving it too almost slid out of his chair a while ago.<br/><br/>"Laila the League is corrupt. I donâ€™t care about the money. I have enough to survive sufficiently from the time that I was in the league. But it is of no longer my concern. I am lone wolfing per say my life. I do whatever the fuck I want â€¦whenever the fuck I want." He smiled and wagged a little finger at her. " Unlike you missy who is still hung up in all their bullshit." He laughed and made his way over to her. Then leaned over the bar counter and kissed her cheek. Then pulled away. "But I assume that my name is on a hit list. That you will probably find or hear about from those assholesâ€™ eventually. However I am my own man now. Evil is just a word, and good well thatâ€™s a pathetic word. I am neither good nor evil."  He smiled again giving her the familiar smile that he always gave her.<br/><br/>He grabbed the cup that Laila would have been drinking down, and took the cup -downed whatever was left in the cup. "Now my dear how is league treating you?"