"Wakey, wakey you little spawn of Satan," Robbie says, kicking my side.
I groan out in pain, curling up into the fetal position. I can hear rushing water in the distance and judging by the cold, wet textured surface below my face, I must be lying on the ground. My eyes slowly open and once they've adjusted, I see a pair of legs in the distance. I follow them up to a body, and then a face.
Is that...Sonny?
"Well, well, well. All this time undercover and it was you all I along," he says, kneeling beside me.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" I growl, sitting up and pressing my fingertips against my throbbing temples.
"You set poor Lenny up and now she's doing time in the slammer because you were hiding your father's coke in her store."
I furrow my brows in confusion. "What? N
