Chapter Eighty-Four.
“Holy f**k!” Leon gasped as Sarah-Sofia explained what they had uncovered about Safron’s father.
“Are you sure?” Kyla asked, as the Mafia princess bobbed her head slowly.
“We need to flush that fucker out and end the bastard,” Woof growled, as Kermit bobbed his head in agreement. Tank stood in the corner his face a stoic mask, covering the rage he felt bubbling up inside of him.
“I do not disagree, trust me, the umpire is on it, but it is taking more time than usual,” Sarah-Sofia stated.
“Aye because of a f*****g mole,” Cigs growled.
“First things first, before you all go all ‘soldier s**t’ on him and the rest of the depraved bastards. We need to tell Safron,” Kyla sighed, her heart breaking for the girl who had won Leon’s heart.
“I guess that is my job.
