❝ what i’m about to say isn’t gonna be easy, and you’re gonna be upset. ❞
knives out starters
Billy was the picture of a wounded cat. Curled in on himself and peering out at the man with clear suspicion, he looked half ready to hiss and spit, his dark eyes glittering like beetles. He could be a patient man when he wanted to be, but his saintly disposition had been left behind hours ago. Along with his dignity. Not only was he hurt, but the stupid bastard got away, and on top of being set behind physically and work-wise, Billy would have to give his statement to the police…
At least he’d gotten injured on his legal job. He licked his lips, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
“What on God’s good green earth would I have to be upset about.”
















