Sabastian
“So what’s happening with Dainy?” He takes a sip of the whiskey he opted for, walking closer to the couch I am currently sitting on.
I shrug, keeping my eyes on him, whilst my right index finger idly plays with the rim of the glass I have placed on the armrest, “Told you, somebody threatened her.”
“I thought you got Kylie playing bffs’ with her this weekend, how the fuck does she get threatened when she practically has the mafia and the Satan Sniper’s guarding her every move.”
He takes a big gulp of his drink stretching his neck.
“They are not guarding her, and the mafia isn’t guarding anyone, they merely playing i-spy on Kylie for Vincent, there is a difference. I got a call thirty minutes ago from an anonymous male man. Said I should stop digging or Dainy will be wearing an orange suit.”
“Fuck, how did this become so complicated?” He walks toward the three seater directly opposite me in three long strides, and sits down in a Kent fashion. “One small lie and now what? How long are we going to keep running in circles , lying , deceiving people?”
“As long as it takes since when did you have a problem with it?”
He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”
Author Shan R.K. 
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