Part 3 Don’t forget to check out: Part 1 Part 2 My eyelids felt like sandpaper and my mouth tasted of vomit and regret. In front of me sat The Dragon, smoke coming out of his nose and a smile on his face that made my skin crawl. I did what I could to return…
“And then hot girls in fuck all clothes had to munch on bugs to get high at night clubs.”
I do not have cops in my pocket, Mr Jones, and while I might be a man who colours outside of the lines, the kind of clout, influence and willingness to take risks is not something I’m interested in.
“You’re here, Mr. Jones, because a woman in a red dress told you to be here. Because she cried in your office and then offered you a lot of money and sweet sorrowful lies. The same reason you do everything.”
Deep down I know it’s a lie. I’m just a bit ashamed to admit it sometimes.
His life had been hard and he’d become hard as a result, and so was infinitely unprepared for Debbie.
The barmaid was a tired-looking girl, probably in her mid-20s after a shower, but in that moment she could have been anything from 19 to 47.
Content warning: Violence and themes of rape.
The window wound back up and the car pulled off slowly, careful not to spray water as it went. Looking skyward again Maalik said.
“Fine, I’ll help him, but not because you made me.”
Concert by D.I. Jolly The war started at 2:34 pm while George was at work. He wasn’t a simple man, but he enjoyed the simple life. He took pleasure in the small things, sunsets, hot coffee on a cold day, the high notes his wife Susanna could reach, when she’d had a couple of glasses…