"You're that cunt Harryx, Harryx Madison, from District 1. You owe me money," she did the whistle noise between her two fingers. "Oy! Look who it fucking is, Harryx-fucking-Madison."
Three sinister shapes boxed me in. Tall, muscular pimps, lounging in the back alleys, keeping an eye on their workers. It was so dark that the only one I could see had gold teeth shining in the blinking streetlight. Two clicks from two guns, safety off on both. A strong hand gripped my collar from behind as the Gold-toothed gentleman walked up on me.
"Think it's ok to rip off my girls," his breath smelled of something undetectable, for all I know it could've been rubbing alcohol. "Especially after what you did to her, sick fuck."
"I'm not your guy, but look," my eyes darted back towards The Famous Cock Tavern. "You got to let me go, I'm in a rush."
"A rush to die."