“Slaves,” Bobby growled. The single word transformed him. Veins swelled in his arms, neck, the touchy subject putting creases around his dark eyes and mouth. He squeezed his fists tight, knuckles popping ominously.
Big Guns nodded with his own menace. “If they are lucky they end up sweeping floors and doing laundry. If they are unlucky… I don't have to tell you how they end up.” He grunted darkly.
Shocker couldn't take any more bad news. She had a tempestuous vigor about her, ugly mad. She stood and handed the baby to Ace, walked around the grill with clenched jaw. Perry eyed her with concern as he raked the grill clean with a wire brush. She turned to face the Asian men, sun producing a halo around her dark hair. Or is that steam rising from her ears? She said, “Well, I can tell you how
