"YOU LOOK SHITTY," Carla points out, her dark eyes examining me closely as she wipes down the bar top.
I have just entered Carla's and am now proceeding to slide myself onto one of the stools with a huff. As usual for ten in the morning on a Sunday, the bar is empty save for Carla, Sonny and one of the guys who stay with Carla to make sure no harm comes to her. She is the wife of Sinnerman's second in command after all.
"I second that emotion," Sonny murmurs before humming the tune to Smokey Robinson's song with the same words as what he's just said.
"I don't suppose there's any way either one of you could get Sinclair to leave me be, is there?"
Sonny and Carla share a quick look before they both look at me again. They don't speak but they really don't have to because the expressions o
