Marcus
I wondered why Carlo called Daisy little bug, but that was a mystery for another time. Now I was more concerned with where Daisy had been taken, and who had the guts to kidnap My woman. Not that it matters much, at the moment, if it was the Pope himself who took her, I'd gut him too. The thought made me shudder. When did Daisy become so important to me that I would go on an indiscriminate m******e for her? When she slept in my arms? When we first bumped into each other? When I saw her with a mouth full of hamburgers in her pyjamas like some kind of hamster? When he shot our assailants from the trunk of my car or when she kicked Max's ass? I couldn't tell the answer. But it seemed a lot longer ago, than I ever thought. I wanted her back. Spoil her, hug her, kiss her. To see her smil
