#gage 01.

“Well, if it isn’t the son of a bitch himself.” How long’s it been since Dante dropped by his studio apartment demanding his cut? 48 hours? Guess, that means time is running out. “Do you even know how to surf anymore? You might wanna sit this one out, bitch boy. Those waves are gnarly. Not that I wouldn’t mind watching you wipe out.” His shoulders shook with laughter at the prospect. It’d be something that’s for damn sure. “Hey, where’s that honey I saw at your place? Shoulda brought her with you. I bet she looks fine in a two piece.”