Joker knocked on the conference room door, stared up and down the hallway. Even from way down here, he could hear the party in the bar. The boys were blowing off some steam after the tense stand-off with King’s asshole special-ops fuckers.
And not just with them.
“Yeah?”
Joker opened the door a bit, saw that Trigger had a blonde riding him on the table. He’d f****d this one himself a few times, and she barely acknowledged him as she kept moving on Trigger’s d**k.
“Bad time?” Joker said.
“Nah.” He slapped the blonde on the ass. “Not really into it, anyway. f**k off, b***h. Maybe later after a few drinks.”
She shrugged, climbed off Trigger, pulled down her skirt. She wandered past Joker and he stood aside, giving Trigger a few seconds to get rid of the rubber and zip up.
“So.” Trigger
