A Damn Mastermind.

Hugo slumped onto the couch, staring at the ceiling in deep thought.

Today had been quite eventful.

From shamelessly guilt-tripping Sanchez, to getting the most half-assed masterclass in setting up a threesome, to finally standing before an entire cabinet of ultra-expensive liquor that he desperately wanted to steal.

But in the end, he just couldn't do it.

Not because he was a good person. Though he liked to think he was.

Not because he had morals. Though he liked to think he did.

But because he valued his damn life!

Sanchez was the type of man who would track him down, beat him up, and make him pay back every single drop of alcohol with interest.

Hell, the man might even tie him up and use him as a caddy for a whole month as punishment!

So, in the end, Hugo had simply stared longingly at the premium liquor, sighed deeply, and walked out like a good little civilian.