~ TRIGGER WARNING - This chapter has what can be taken as non-consensual s****l abuse and themes of forced s*x in it. Read on at your own risk! ~
Meanwhile, Gavin and Carmine were on duty in the security surveillance room for the fourth time that week.
The pair appeared bored as they watched the series of displayed screens positioned in front of them.
“Hey Gav, did Moroney’s men end up paying us back the money they owed the other day?” Carmine asked.
He turning to face his companion who appeared to be using a switchblade to cut up a crisp red apple between his fingers.
“Na man.” Gavin replied dryly, still focusing on cutting the apple without slicing his finger.
“Those bastards never pay up... basically get something broken every bloody month.”
“Yeah, you’d think they would’ve learn
