Live-In One (MorMor)

Dangerous, but Exhilarating

Jim let the man calm down for a few moments, taking a few more sips of his tea before setting the cup down yet again. He entwined his fingers together and set his hands down on his lap.

"Now then, onto the more boring side of the arrangement." He started, looking into the man's eyes which stared back into his own.

"You'll work for me anytime that I need you. Day or night, hot or cold, busy or not, it doesn't matter. If I need you to do a job, then you'll do it." He explained. The man across from him opened his mouth to object, but Jim simply raised a hand to stop his words.

"Before you say anything, just know that I pay my web extremely well. If you do your job, and do it right, then you'll be well off. But if you screw something up, or cost me anything that I didn't have to do, then you'll be taken care of." The criminal's cocky attitude returned, and a smirk crept onto his lips.

The Man thought over his words carefully, staying silent while he did so. "Taken care of? So you kill someone if they fuck up your plan?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I very well may. But it also depends on a few factors." Jim let out a simple shrug, sitting back in his chair.

"And those are?"

"Well for one, it depends on just how bad the situation is. If you screw up on the job and cause suspicion, then I'll have you disposed of. I can't risk raising suspicion at the moment." The criminal crossed one leg over the other before continuing.

"It also depends on how well you do your job. If you're easily replaceable, then I'll have no trouble filling your spot if you were to mess something up."

"Strict requirements, huh?" The Man questioned slightly sarcastically.

"I prefer not to take chances." Jim hissed. "There are too many people in this terrible world who don't have a clue with what their doing. In my line of work, I can't have people who can mess that up. If they do, they pay the consequences. Simple as that." He gave an intimidating glare to the bound man.

"And what if someone were to get caught? Thrown in jail or something?"

"I wouldn't do a single thing. If they get caught and sent to prision, then that was on them. I'd let them rot there." Jim stated simply.

The Man across from him gave him an almost confused look. "Why?" Left his mouth.

"Because I don't put myself in situations where I don't need to be. I won't risk getting caught for my men. I already have my hands full of something that you don't need to know about yet. Something risky. I'm not going to put years of planning to waste just because of one person." He hissed.

"All about you, huh?" Sebastian pursed his lips. Jim assumed that if he could have crossed his arms he would have done it by now. "It doesn't matter at all to you whether your men are killed or captured, all that matters is that you're safe and sound." He held a slightly disgusted tone in his voice.

"Why should it matter if my men die? Especially to you?" The criminal cocked his head to the side slightly, raising an eyebrow as he did so. "Don't you kill innocent people for a living?" He mocked. The man across from him sneered.

"That's different. The people I kill have a reason to die. They're not innocent." He countered. The other man only smirked.

"Well neither are my men. They work for the most dangerous man in London, sweetheart. You should see the things I make them do." Sebastian grimaced at the nickname, but decided that it'd be best to let go of the conversation. 

The two men stared at each other for a moment before Sebastian spoke up.

"So my life will pretty much be the same, except I work whenever you need me to?" He questioned, changing the subject completely.