Chapter 297: Lower Expectations
I shuddered at Jonas’ statement. Looking him up and down, I cataloged everything about him. He was older, late 40s, early 50s, and was built like a brick shithouse. He was as tall as Tank and Eric and had a very military haircut with short dark brown hair that was starting to grey at the temples.
He had more wrinkles than I would have thought possible for his age, and his skin was very much weathered from being outside too much. His one defining feature was a long scar that ran down from his left temple to his jar, pulling all the wrinkles tight.
When the silence continued to draw on, I couldn’t help but smirk. "No, thank you," I finally said. "I have too many guys on my ass, more than I can deal with, let me tell you. I’m not going to add you to that mix. Besides, I already have both a Dad and a Daddy. I don’t need anyone else applying for the position."
You could have heard a pin drop, and I couldn’t help but snort as Jonas’ face turned from bright red to white and then back to red as he processed my words.
"Do you want to know the way to survive in this new world that we have found ourselves in?" asked Jonas, his voice taking on a forcibly light tone to it.
Crossing my arms in front of me, I didn’t bother to say anything.
"You learn to keep your mouth shut and obey those stronger than you," finished Jonas after a moment. "That applies to everyone here. Keep your head down and your mouth shut, and you have a spot in paradise. Run your mouth, act belligerent, disobey orders, and you are looking at a one-way ticket back to the outside world."
There was a low murmuring as the men and women around me reacted to Jonas’ words. I could practically smell the fear coming off most of them as they quickly nodded their heads in agreement. But Jonas never looked away from my face.
"Sound words to live by," I agreed. However, if Jonas thought that he was the strongest person in the room, then he didn’t know shit.