30
Sep
14

20. Masters

He’d pissed them off, he knew  ..  not looking cowed  .. taking all they’d got. 
They’d come for him again  ..  a gang of thugs pushing their weight around. 
And the bitch was waiting for him.  Not gonna be easy  ..  no picnic  ..  BUT  .. 
He couldn’t let himself down, could he?

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