Flynn put his cigarette out and pushed his hands in his pockets. He glanced around casually and considered another cigarette.
It was going to be his fourth in the past hour, so he decided against it and pushed his hands deeper in the pockets of his jeans .
His burn mark had healed, but everytime he thought of Killian, he remembered the scar he was going to have because of him.
“f*****g psycho. “
Flynn muttered.
Killian was supposed to be in the sick house, not inheriting the biggest, the strongest and the most influential criminal syndicate not only in Europe, but most likely in the whole world.
But the unfairness of the world was a completely different topic.
After he checked the hour for the fifth time in the past 40 minutes, he sat back down in the chair.
He began tappin
