"Can't you keep it in your pants, man? We gave you a wad of cash last time. Couldn't you have found some girl downtown to take care of your needs? Here we are, in the middle of some serious business, and you keep yapping about getting laid. You got a screw loose or something? If you really can't control yourself, maybe I should take care of it for you, huh?"
The skinny guy managed a weak, nervous grin and fell silent, even taking a few steps back.
When the boss talked about 'taking care' of things, his eyes were glued to the guy's waist, and he was well aware of the sharp little switchblade in his hand. If he said another word, he might spend the rest of his life singing soprano.
"Just messing with you, boss. You're busy. I'll go stand guard outside with the boys."
Once the sound of their hurried footsteps faded away, Victoria finally let out a sigh of relief.
She couldn't find the words to speak, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She kept shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Come on, spill it. How did you fall for this chick? Wait a minute, you're not pulling one over on me, are you? Tell me, how did you two hit it off in the first place?"
Balfour couldn't understand why, but this guy seemed to be infatuated with the idea of love.
Just the mention of having a crush got him more excited than anyone else.
"I don't know what she's thinking, but I'll tell you one thing: we both need to get out of here in one piece, and whatever you want, I'll make sure you get it."
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