5/24/2023 0 Comments Savage Hunger by Lisa Renee Jones![]() ![]() I drop my hands to the table and give in to the need to school this fool. ![]() “Nah,” I say, tracing my goatee and considering his level of stupidity, which is high. “All you Green Berets do is blow shit up.” “Do you get pedicures, man? Because those are some soft hands you got there. “Little bitch-ass Army Ranger,” I say, motioning to his hand. “Fuck, that burns.” He runs a hand through his sandy brown hair, leaving it a rumpled mess. “Took my money, too.” Smith, the other of the two Walker compadres, grimaces, tossing back his shot glass as well with a grimace. “Sorry bastard,” I murmur because he just took my money in a card game in the backroom of a New York City bar a few blocks from the Walker offices. It’s liquid foreplay.Įxactly why I lift my shot glass at Adam, one of the two Walker Security compadres at the table with me, and down the booze, a wicked bite following. Tequila is the Mexican version of the middle finger, the perfect “fuck you” to someone you either can’t kill or haven’t decided to kill yet. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |