Chapter 1:31 How Many Zeros Are We Talkin? - Rourke
I’ve always hated Georgie’s friends, and never hid the fact that I either threatened or bribed the soul sucking leeches out of her life the second they stepped foot in it. Maybe I’m the problem.
Taking on the big brother role that she never asked me to. Who knows? It’s not like I can go around snapping women’s necks if they break her heart now that she’s out of the closet, and believe me, I’m the last person to judge people’s preferences.
I just hate that I have nothing to go on.
More still that Rico was holding out, or is making shit up, because none of the intel we’re getting is matching up.
Fuck.……. I’m tired, I’m wired, I’m so horny I’d probably get off on humping air with the non-stop adrenaline charged night I’ve had.
My frustration slamming through my door after a ‘run’ with Grimm’s golden eyes lifting in a silent question, he’s not going to ask, and I’m not going to answer.