“So, you threw a punch at him and he went crying to the police?”
Francesco spread his knees and linked his hands in front of him. Mouse moved away, much to his surprise. Naughty laughter was the answer. I’ll care for your ass.”
Francesco sat on the bench, the blood still pounding in his ears. “Yeah,” Karl said with satisfaction. Francesco could feel new blood pooling in his groin. What are you in for?” Karl asked Mouse. “Then I should be fine, right?” Francesco mumbled. “We’re in this shit together. “Whatcha you in for, Cesco?” Karl asked. He wasn’t going to walk into that trap, no matter how sexy Mouse was. But don’t let Karl fuck you, okay? Mouse moved away, much to his surprise. “So much boy pussy in here,” Karl said as he looked around. The chopper began losing altitude. You know, all that jazz. That guy could have pulled that knife on him at any moment. He had been kicked into the chopper with nothing but the clothes on him.
