The tick in my f*****g eye stops for a split second and I slam my hand against the table. "If you know what's good for you," I say, looking at the two idiots in the room, "you'll get some f*****g answers to my questions." Goose and Lucas stare at me like the dumbasses they are. I have no idea what kind of name Goose is, but all I cared about when I brought him on was his willingness to take on Moon's organization. He also has no problem with killing women and seems to enjoy it. He looks like a Goose if that's possible. Tall, thin, a pimply face, crackhead teeth, and a neck too damn long for his body. Lucas, on the other hand, packs on the pounds mostly around his fat midsection. His body odor is more than displeasing and he needs to brush his f*****g teeth once in a while. Both men are scu
