Chapter Nine
TRIGGER
Gus always warned me that my d**k would get me into trouble. I just never saw that coming. I leaned back in my seat and rubbed my head. Gus. I had my guys scouring every corner looking for where they might be holding him. f**k Allen. My guys had plenty of kills to show for it but hadn’t turned up much info. I knew he wouldn’t give up and wished to hell I had an idea of what he was planning.
“Whiskey?” Minnie slammed a shot glass down in front of me. “Or a condom?”
The f**k!
I opened my mouth to tell her off, but she held up her hand.
“Yell at me all you want, but I am the one friend who’s willing to give you some free advice, even if you don’t want it.” She pressed her hands flat on the bar top as she leaned down to get in my face.
Fucking hell, don’t kill her.
