Archer
We were inside Don's house. We were having a small conference with the capos and mercenaries in town. We were discussing our next mission, but my mind kept drifting somewhere else.
The room was filled with cigar smoke and the low hum of conversation as the Brotherhood gathered around the long, dark oak table.
Don sat at the head, his expression unreadable, fingers tapping against the polished wood.
I fidgeted with my whisky glass and just put out my cigar.
Elena, f**k I can't get her out of my mind at all. It's getting worse. Is it because I had s*x with her? This isn't my first time so why can't I get it out of my mind? Why is she occupying my head like it's my first time?
I don't even remember my first time but I remember every detail of hers. She was so soft and warm. S
